The flying sword's voice had already grown weak. Its body was clearly only a "metal structure," yet its consciousness could still shout itself hoarse.
It pleaded desperately with Mo Ling and Li Luo, but some powerful force had fixed the blade in place and dragged it backward. It struggled frantically, but all it could do was tremble slightly.
It had only just gained its freedom, and it was already about to be taken away again.
Once it returned to this city, what awaited it would surely be imprisonment again, spending endless years within an unchanging laser cage...
The flying sword fell into complete despair.
If this was how it would end, it would have been better not to give it hope from the start, to let it remain forever inside that Sky Soldier it had grown accustomed to.
At least then, it would not have experienced such emotional turmoil, watching the freedom within its grasp turn into nothing.
Despair spread through it. Gradually, it gave up struggling, gave up pleading, and let that immense force pull it backward...
Until a hand grasped its hilt.
The immense force vanished, as though it had yielded to that hand.
The flying sword looked up and discovered that it was the strange Cube Head, firmly gripping its blade.
At some point, the Cube Head had already come to its side.
"Did he hear my plea?"
"Does he pity me?"
"If he were truly a Sky Soldier, he wouldn't pity me."
"He must be a very, very good person..."
Looking upward, the flying sword asked in its somewhat hoarse voice:
"Are you human?"
Cube Head was clearly taken aback for a moment, then answered the flying sword calmly.
"I think I am."
"I knew it..."
If its body had not been made of metal, the