"All body indicators are approaching normal levels, the Geiger Counter is stable, no signs of continuous flesh expansion, the pilot's consciousness is clear..."
The image of an Ouroboros was engraved on the white robe, and countless people moved around the Black Angel.
Lorenzo had no time to relish the joy of success. Realizing that Lorenzo could control the Black Angel, those researchers who had hidden behind cover emerged, carrying various kinds of detector-like devices, prodding him all over while recording all sorts of data.
"You are a miracle, Lorenzo."
The mechanical arm slowly descended, Merlin gripping a nearby protrusion, appearing above the Black Angel.
"Previous test pilots have all died, directly consumed and decomposed by flesh, as if this armor had a consciousness of its own, killing those people, treating them as nourishment... It might be because you also have Holy Grail Flesh, maybe it sees you as kin."
"Being recognized as kin by a Demon is not a good thing."
