Usually, it would be hard to detect Iason’s inorganic nature. The grace of his movements, the depth of his clarion voice, that piercing stare made possible by voice modulation and super-precise bionic optics. There was no doubt that the Blondies were clearly in a different league from the other elites. The absolute hierarchy of disparity. Artificial bodies apart from the specialized, organic brain. However, Iason’s imposing presence itself overshadowed his artificiality.
Right in front of their eyes, there stood a Tanagura Blondy. Among the members that stood frozen on the spot, Guy visibly seethed.
"AnK."