Enough! Do not presume to tell me what I would or would not do! This world is sick! And you are part of the disease! Try as you might, you know, you KNOW, in your heart of hearts, that my kind, and the other races of this realm, cannot coexist!

It is divine providence that Gears inherit the world, cleansing this world of its wretched poison. We will not be used by you! We refuse! Now reap what you have so selfishly sown!

-The green wing lashed out in the form of a giant sword, cutting through the air and sending a shockwave towards the girl.-