Over my desperate screams through our mental link, Kaelen coldly defended his adjutant Lyna, insisting the damaged mecha I rescued had to be pushed into the high-energy furnace for carrying alien contamination. He completely ignored the faint survival bio-waves I detected. With a single press on his terminal to confirm the supreme authorization to destroy, Kaelen condemned the unawakened survivor to a fiery death. To punish my defiance, he then ejected the furnace ashes directly into a deep space disposal orbit. He had no idea that the scorched identification fragment I pulled from the flames belonged to his own father, whom he just burned alive. Now, blaming me for the sudden enemy attack, Kaelen orders me to face the wartime AI for treason. Smiling coldly, I stretch out my hands for the shackles.