As a historian, I know for certain that the humanity of old times would have gone extinct, had the Fiirddokha attacked Earth during their time.

I suppose they were the ones who died out second — the first ones being those whose lives revolved around mechs — when the mechs turned their self-defense weaponry towards us without a warning.

Meredith and Connor both ran, praying to whatever divine powers there may be for enough strength and luck to get out of the city.

The scouts were already back. Or more like some of them were.

Meredith was not sure when she had started to get suspicious. Sasha had always acted strange, but when Connor left their safety to her while he'd act as a bait so that they would get away, she did suspect that something was off.

The mechs scanned the area. It was only a matter of time before their cameras picked up my heat signature. I had to be ready — they had to follow me once I took off.

They say that legends never die. That their bodies might leave this world but their stories, their work, the impact they made on the world remain forever.