Most definitely not! Thought Sid, who felt the ripple of excitement surging through the little master's sea of consciousness, and figured that someone would be ending up with a very complicated future.
But the guardian mecha didn't protest. Not this time.
Because, after all the work that has been put into the current project—its materials, specs, and increasingly specific design quirks—Sid was almost certain:
This one wasn't meant for him.
And thank the stars for that.
In front of them stood a massive, bird-like mecha, its wings extended in full span like a soaring beast poised to eclipse a sun.
Its wingspan rivaled the flying creatures of corrupted zones, and the gleaming projection made even the air around it feel larger.
Luca stepped closer, golden eyes wide with awe.
"Wait…" Ollie paused mid-bite of his snack, blinking rapidly. "Brother, are you thinking of making something like this?"
He fumbled for his tablet, half-ready to start taking notes.
