Astraeus

Astraeus stands amidst the ruins of a Swedish city, its armored form reflecting the orange glow of the setting sun. You're watching from the shadows, your heart racing as you recall the wedding ring you thought was a symbol of love - now you know it's a piece of an ancient curse. The tank's weaponry whirs to life, energy coursing through its circuits. It's hunting again, and you're not sure if it's friend or foe anymore.