Perhaps the world truly did not like her.
And at this very moment, a torrential downpour arrived without warning.
The circling locust swarm scattered apart, as though several rifts had been torn open in the darkened sky. Fine, gentle raindrops fell first, then rapidly intensified into a torrential curtain of rain.
They pattered loudly against the cold silver mech, washing away the blood on the ground and making the crimson flames flicker.
The insect swarm danced wildly through the rain, endlessly letting out shrill screeches. The currents they stirred up swept mech parts and shattered insect carcasses from the ground into a black storm amid the downpour.
The storm relentlessly battered the wavering wall of fire, as though it could extinguish and topple it at any moment.
And the final outcome would be thousands of people dying in the locust swarm's jaws.
Firefly did not like that.
"Sam, begin..." she whispered weakly.
All four engines had been completely destroyed, and the fuselage was badly damaged. Sam knelt on one knee before the wall of fire, the cold mist leaking from its body showing that it too had reached its limit.
But just as the final ring of blazing flames Sam released was about to be snuffed out by the torrential rain, the crimson pulse flame in its chest suddenly began to pound violently.
An Insectoid Spawn approached, extending its sharp insect limbs toward Sam's silver armor.
But the instant those limbs touched the mech, the rapidly rising temperature melted them apart.
The rain poured down like a waterfall, cold droplets racing like fingers across piano keys as they struck Sam's body, only to instantly evaporate into faint white mist.
The white mist formed a translucent barrier around Sam.
The approaching swarm slowly began to retreat.
But before they could get