Prologue: Dark Clouds on the Horizon

Sasha strode through the vast facility, a place hidden from the prying eyes of the world. Catwalks crisscrossed the expansive space, and an array of mysterious technical gadgets hummed with concealed power. It was here, in the heart of secrecy, that he held the key to a formidable force.

Entering the massive hangar at the facility's core, Sasha's eyes fixated on the awe-inspiring machines that rested within. Four colossal war mechs stood like silent guardians, each emanating a distinct and vibrant hue: orange, green, yellow, and blue.

In the presence of these mechanical behemoths, Sasha felt a surge of pride. He couldn't help but address the hooded figure who stood amongst the mechs, their enigmatic presence adding to the atmosphere of intrigue.

"I see you've noticed my latest creations," Sasha declared with a hint of ominous pride. "A new addition to the glorious pastime of warfare."

The hooded figure, their identity concealed in shadows, gazed upon the mechs with a sense of admiration. "Indeed, Sasha," they responded. "Most impressive. I dare say that Claris will pose no threat to these formidable constructs. The sheer power radiating from your creations is undeniable."

Sasha's smirk deepened, a veil of darkness and ambition clouding his features. "Yes," he murmured with a sinister edge to his voice. "And with these war mechs by our side, no one will stand in our way. Our dominion over this world is at hand."