A vast underground space large enough to hold several upscale residential complexes, with faintly blue mechanical towers rising throughout its various sections.
Refining, production, processing, maintenance. All manner of large-scale facilities, divided into hundreds of specialized functions, spread across the ground like a miniature city of the future.
Viewed from dozens of meters above, the scene was even more sci-fi and breathtaking.
Floating in midair above this Mechanical Micro-City as though seated on an invisible chair, the light-blonde girl in a black-and-white gothic dress was surrounded by layers upon layers of virtual screens.
And utterly out of place amid that scenery, the black-haired young man was tightly wrapped in a blanket.
He hung off to one side like an ornament beside a desk.
Hearing him swaying around on his own again and seeing his curiosity sparked by his amazement at Wanderer, Ling, who was trying to investigate the whereabouts of the Mechanical Dragon's wreckage, unconsciously glanced at him before realizing it and withdrawing her gaze.
"Mm. So far, only six Ultimate Powers have been successfully built."
"Eh? There were only six?"
As he gently swayed, Fang Ran looked at Wanderer, one of the six in the entire Night Battle world, standing right before him. Although he had come here every night lately,
whenever he seriously gazed upon the beauty of a machine over a hundred meters tall, forged from who knew how many pinnacle technologies,
its grandeur and splendor still left him astonished and amazed, no matter how many times he saw it.
Come to think of it, there was White Night, which he had seen during the previous trip through Europe, and Arc Light, which he had seen back in the Narrow Space in Beijing, along with Ling's Wanderer before him.
Of the six Ultimate Powers in the Night