In the black of night,
three pale and towering mechas were still hurtling along the tracks, racing through the desolate and dark wilderness. The indicator lights on the edges of the mechas traced long, dark red streaks, inconspicuous in their flight.
As the view drew closer to these three mechas, a sense of oppression began to emerge slowly from their silhouettes. The intense wind pressure they created was like a shriek, suddenly sweeping across the ground before swiftly vanishing.
300 kilometers per hour? 500 kilometers per hour? Or even 800 kilometers per hour— at such speeds, even a tiny pebble could cause massive impact.