A yellow projection and a green doppleganger faced each other in the sky.
The moment had passed in an instant, barely the blink of an eye. But it had lit a fire in the hearts of the entire audience.
Su He sat calmly within the sim pod. His features were peaceful, though there was a cold light in his eyes. And then his eyes went wide – he couldn’t believe what he’d just seen.
Clearly he had the upper hand in mecha control, or so he’d thought. But then…
It was real ghosting. What could this mean? He understood probably more than anyone.
Godly. Only God-ranked pilots could do what she did.
For Su He, his after-image could stretch about three-fourths the length of himself to any direction. It was the height of his abilities, constrained by his hand speed which hovered around forty-six.
