Sir Bao 58 |top|

Days later, when the Legion dug through the rubble, they found no survivors. But they found Bao 58.

The battle was chaotic. Blood stained the stone flags. For every Tuneler cut down, two more seemed to rise from the dirt. Bao 58 fought with terrifying efficiency. He did not parry; he calculated. He did not swing in anger; he struck at structural weak points. His heavy ceramic fists cracked shells; the jade-edged blade strapped to his back cleaved through limbs with mechanical precision. sir bao 58

The biggest difference between Sir Bao and the rest of the crowd is the time horizon. Days later, when the Legion dug through the

The heavy iron gears of the Cloud Gate Fortress groaned as the massive portcullis slowly rose, releasing the morning mist into the valley. Standing at the precipice was . Blood stained the stone flags

The Chinese character "Bao" (饱) means full, satiated, or complete. Sir Bao uses it as a verb.

"The sun rises at 6:02," Bao 58 replied, his voice a deep, resonant baritone that lacked inflection. "I do not sleep. Therefore, I am early to nothing."