Chapter 202: Lady Clara
Inside the vehicle, the crew was on high alert. The moment they spotted a combat suit flying straight toward them, weapons were drawn. "The hell is that?!" one of them shouted.
"Ready your weapons!" another barked. They aimed their rifles, fingers tightening on the triggers. But just as they were about to fire—the armored figure stopped mid-air.
Then, in a controlled descent, it landed on the road in front of them. The driver hesitated, looking toward the woman sitting beside him. "Lady Clara... should we stop?" he asked.
The leader of the group—a woman with sun-kissed skin and short-cropped hair—narrowed her eyes, studying the figure in front of them. "...I've never seen anything like that before," she muttered. "Stop the truck."
The vehicle came to a slow halt, dust settling around them. Her gaze remained locked on the armored figure standing in their path. She had no idea who he was. But something told her—this was not someone to take lightly.
The driver slammed on the brakes the moment Clara gave the order. The armored vehicle's tires screeched against the cracked pavement, kicking up thick clouds of dust and smoke. As the haze slowly settled, the armored figure standing in the middle of the road was revealed, completely unscathed.
Inside the vehicle, everyone gripped their weapons, tense and uncertain. They had never seen anything like this before. Ego's voice echoed in Zack's helmet. "Sir, one elderly male, one female, the rest are young adults. Their weapons are minimal—no immediate threat."
Zack didn't respond, eyes locked on the group. From the open skylight, the woman with short hair—clearly their leader—leaned out, her sharp gaze fixed on him. "What the hell are you?" she called out.
Zack remained unfazed. His voice, calm and steady, came from the suit's speakers.