Seeing the tattered Magic Beast breaking out at high speed, the Black Cloud-like swarm of Land Mechas suddenly accelerated, like a frightened hive of bees. The dazzling steel currents rapidly dispersed, transforming into torrents of iron in the forested shrubbery.
The wings of the Desic Hunter Mecha Group, closing in on the center, suddenly opened their fingers, transforming their fists into palms. The outer mechas drew arcs in the distance, intertwining to encircle, intending to completely block the path of the escaping tattered Magic Beast.
Logic shot through the shrubbery like a meteor. Its engine roared piercingly, and in the cockpit, the red warning lights indicating the engine's limit flashed wildly, emitting sharp warning beeps.
