Raika's breaths came in ragged gasps as she murmured to herself, her voice barely audible over the chaos. Her eyes, once filled with resolve, now burned with a fierce, uncontrollable anger. She glared at the giant mechanical beast with unbridled fury, her grip on the Phailax's controls tightening painfully.
"I'm so sorry," she whispered again, her voice breaking. The cockpit of Phailax, now a battered remnant of their once-proud mech, was filled with the haunting echoes of her grief. The remnants of the Fleet Trooper lay scattered across the battlefield, a grim reminder of their sacrifice.
Phailax's voice, filled with concern, cut through the tumultuous sea of Raika's emotions. "Master, please calm down," it urged gently. But Raika's rage was a storm that could not be quelled. Her teeth ground together, the intensity of her anger manifesting as a visible flame in her eyes. The cockpit lights flickered, casting a blood-red hue across her face.
