"Five Palm Strikes, is this your limit?"
The Gale roars, the core of the noticeable shock wave in the air.
A broken fighter plane embedded in the earth, its left half completely collapsed, fragmented. Only the right half stands tall, its entire lower body buried in the ground, leaving only the imposing but pitiable upper body armor exposed. An iron right arm obliquely supports itself on the Earth.
Crack, crack, crack, the grating sound of metal friction, then the huge head lifts.
Beneath a grid-patterned silver-white heavy mask, two red lights flicker.
"Xiadu, now, it's no longer your era..."
Boom!
The iron palm fiercely hits the ground, and Golem Casio, embedded in the earth, shoots upwards, easily rising out. Black mud and gravel peel away, rolling over the cracked armor, sketching out a contour of blood and iron. With feet on the ground, Golem Casio raises its head to the sky.
