The bright light illuminated the spacious cockpit of the mech. The young officer holding the mech's control stick looked up at the display screen ahead.
In the armies that were swarming densely, the Blazing Angel Mechs fighting fiercely took the center of all his screens.
"They are true warriors."
He lowered his head and murmured to himself.
"Yeah."
In the corner of the cockpit, a man in a fur coat, tied up and injured, also looked up at the screens and replied softly.
Then he slowly turned his gaze to the officer controlling the mech and smiled as he asked, "So what about you? What are you really plotting?"
The young officer didn't answer the man's question; he pulled the control stick, ready to maneuver the mech away.
But at that moment, the entire mech cockpit suddenly jolted as numerous crimson alert windows popped up on all the screens. The images inside began to flicker violently, becoming blurred and distorted.