Artist's commentary
Cold Winter 1947 3
The beam of the search light and the spears of tracers paint the sky.
"As expected. It is said you're unable to fly, but your skill with swords has not weakened."
"Warlock.. Are you serious, you bastard! What do you plan to accomplish by bringing it out now?"
"I don't think you should speak like that, you Fusoans did make a whole battleship into a neuroi."
"...!"
"Behold, at this sky. Is it not like back then?"