That white mech stood out sharply amid the war-torn sky.
It was not because its frame was particularly powerful, nor because its pilot's skills were especially brilliant.
The truth was exactly the opposite...
Just as the high-end units began quietly withdrawing, it strangely rose into the sky.
Its movements were clumsy, and it even swayed unsteadily as it flew.
Stray rounds from the warships streaked past the mech in blazing trails, each one enough to throw it into a momentary panic.
Any professional pilot could tell at a glance how inexperienced this mech's pilot was.
Some officers aboard the ships even felt that such a thing was simply a waste.
This handsome mech, with its pure white wings on its back, could be distinguished from ordinary mass-produced models almost instantly.
Just from its long cannon and its chaotic yet extraordinarily swift and nimble flight path, one could tell that this mech was anything but ordinary.
Unfortunately, its pilot had to be a novice.
The kind of novice who could not possibly be any greener.
Yet even so... even as stray shots struck the mech's shell and sent sparks flying, everyone could feel its determination.
Its route had never changed from beginning to end.
It was flying straight toward the black Hell Realm Star in the sky.
A girl bit her lip, her expression stubborn as she stared ahead with reddened eyes.
Her face was deathly pale as the mech sped forward at high velocity.
She had never experienced supersonic flight, much less speeds that had now broken past Mach 3. The scenery on both sides flashed by, and dizziness filled her mind.
Yet the girl continued biting down hard. Her teeth even broke through her tender lips, blood staining her pearly teeth. The faint sweet tang kept her mind clear.