As evening approached, the trainees finished their practice and returned their respective Mecha to the warehouse. Tilan also exited the cockpit, holding her Helmet, and nimbly jumped down from the Mecha, standing on the extended bridge, looking back reflectively.
The white training Mecha stood quietly without much decoration. Tilan in front of it wasn't even as tall as a segment of its finger. If the Mecha were a real person, Tilan would only be the size of the giant's little finger.
If one stood at the foot of the Mecha, they would probably need to look up, and up, and up again to barely see the head.
Pondering how such a gigantic Mecha was manufactured, Tilan returned to the training hall.
The instructor first pointed out some oversights he observed during the afternoon, then offered some tips on piloting, and finally announced the dismissal.
"Hecate, stay behind."
"Ah, okay." Just as she was about to head for a shower, Tilan halted.
