On the not-so-spacious street, two mechas stood facing each other.
The twelve-meter-tall one, shiny and new, with a platinum color scheme, exuded a splendid and noble aura.
The twenty-meter-tall one, battle-damaged and smoke-stained, its armor cracked and the lenses shattered, appeared to have endured countless fierce battles.
But more eye-catching than these physical disparities was the clearly supernatural and eerie presence, like the flames that fiercely burned on the battle-damaged mecha, and the golden-white mecha that erupted in blinding golden light, their colliding auras almost tearing the sky apart.
No, not almost.
The sky truly split open!
The energies had collided to the extreme, and at that very moment when the spirits seemed to physically clash, the battle-damaged mecha moved first.
Exhibiting mobility that far surpassed its prior capabilities, the pilot roared in anger and performed a thrust with the beam sword.
