Sitting inside the Godslayer, Quest stared at the incoming transmission on his private channel. As soon as it connected, the face of a military officer filled the screen, standing stiffly in front of him. Quest's eyes narrowed slightly, his voice cutting through the silence, cold yet controlled.
"Speak."
The officer swallowed before responding, his tone steady but betraying an underlying sense of fear. "Sir, the Godslayer 2.0 is complete. It has everything we had and everything you asked for."
Quest's gaze remained fixed, unreadable. He was used to that fear—it was something he instilled in others, whether intentionally or not. His reputation had spread across every continent. Everyone knew who he was, what he was capable of, and the destruction he could unleash. But none of that mattered right now.
"Good," Quest replied, his tone unchanging. "I'm en route to headquarters. Prepare the landing station for my arrival."
The officer nodded quickly, a hint of relief in his eyes as the transmission cut off. Quest leaned back, his mind already calculating the next steps. The Godslayer 2.0 had everything he needed, which meant his prototype would soon be obsolete. He'd pushed the limits with the first Godslayer, but now, with the new version, things were about to change.
The Angels had been nothing more than a distraction. The real threat, the one the Godslayer was truly meant for, was still out there. With the 2.0, Quest would be ready for it. Let NERV wonder, let them chase ghosts. Soon enough, they'd all realize just how far ahead he was.
Quest shifted the Godslayer into full throttle, the massive machine cutting through the air toward its destination, leaving only silence in its wake.