"Then let's fight."
Mu Fan's expression was indifferent.
"Agasura... at your command!"
The harsh voice echoed in the vast warehouse. The black mecha, covered in mottled cracks, had its cloak billow like flames, kneeling on one knee as the cockpit opened.
He bent his knee, leaped up.
When Mu Fan's figure vanished, the scarlet behind Shura instantly froze, and then...
The entire mecha seemed to awaken completely from slumber, threads of red electric sparks appeared and vanished out of thin air around it.
As Mu Fan opened his eyes, suspended in the cockpit, Shura rose.
Bloodline connected, fighting side by side.
...Facing death, reborn!
With a slow upward lift of the left hand holding the scabbard, Shura raised its head to look at an angle, its gaze seemingly piercing through all barriers at that moment.
A growing sense of danger loomed in the distance within Mu Fan's mind.
