The orangish Mars spread across the night sky, and the heat wave that hit her face made her hair flutter. In her clear eyes reflected the increasingly imminent red figure. Aimed at the burning wings, the rising new star, she lifted the palm of her hand, and the light in her eyes instantly shifted and contracted, cohering into a special symbol.
Afterward, the crazily advancing reddish steel engulfed by spreading white frost was covered until the fiery Fireball in its chest slowly extinguished, and the entire Mecha body, like a piece of frozen ice, lost its speed.
Although Hexia Tilan did not know the past that this Mecha represented, the surging emotions and the will to perish together that it embodied were not ignored but were genuinely felt. Precisely because she had the Talent of a Songstress, she understood how rare and precious such a fiery will was.
