A repulsive ringing noise rang out in Michael's head, his body feeling numb.
Still, the unpleasant sensations were good. It meant that he was alive.
His eyes slowly creaked open. The first thing that caught his attention was the red light, which flickered across the damaged chamber of the mecha.
There was no need to wonder. It was an automatically activated warning that the mecha was in a dire state. Fortunately, his ears were spared from the screeching sound that usually accompanied it, as the speakers had been damaged.
"Thank god you are alive." Claire exclaimed in relief.
After a few seconds she managed to turn off the alarm, and the lighting returned to its normal color.
"The Monarch hit us pretty hard. Do you have a concussion? Any loss of memories?" She asked.
"I remember everything." Michael replied.
