It was bleeding—blood so scarlet it stabbed the eyes.
Mad Wei, in its humanoid form, wore an indescribable expression of pain as two trails of bloody tears ran down its face.
Most of the time, it had never understood why flesh-and-blood creatures cried. Once, it had even gone out of its way to learn about it.
When it asked, the answer it received was merely a simple word.
Because they were heartbroken!
Heartbroken? What was that?
It did not understand. It had never understood.
Yet today, at the moment when all its emotions burst forth, it suddenly understood.
So that was it. So that was it.
This was heartbreak.
Heartbreak was when pain piled up so deep that it could no longer be borne, spilling forth as though even one's core were about to collapse.
The plan had succeeded!
Come, then. Destroy me.
You lofty ones must be furious now, mustn't you? Everything you did was merely for low-grade metal that you had never cared about in the first place.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Machinery trembled.
It was the sound of transformation.
Wei paid it no heed. It did not even look at the three motherships. Instead, it turned its head slightly and gazed toward its homeland with deep longing and overflowing emotion.
The rest is up to you, my beloved niece.
Perhaps you are no longer yourself, but please lead the low-grade metals to true freedom.
The sounds of transformation continued, lasting for quite a long while.
At last, something happened.
But it was not destruction. It was not wrath.
Wei was seized. It was the Blue Mothership. It did not even bother with the strange black sludge wrapped around Wei. Instead, it clutched Wei's arms tightly and spoke with boundless fury and equally boundless sorrow.
"Who was it? Who,