Compared to the seemingly endless battleship deck, at this moment, a nearly invisible mecha is orbiting the battleship at maximum speed. Its originally grayish-white feathered body is now emitting a faint smoke due to overload, the entire frame like a red-hot branding iron, pushing the magic furnace within the mecha to the extreme.
Inside the cockpit, a sea of red warnings flash, yet the girl in the seat pays no heed. Her eyes are shielded by a protective helmet descending from the headrest, her arms and legs are similarly bound by straps extending from the sides of the seat. The entire cockpit is soaked in dense, boiling magic light liquid, which buffers and simultaneously spurs on, causing the wings behind the mecha to gradually elongate, forming a golden transparent prism shape.
