"B-brother, could we have been sold out?"
Uton gazed at the surrounding mechas, asking in terror.
"Nonsense, he wouldn't sell us out. If he wanted to sell us, he wouldn't have helped us back then, we'd have died in the underground city already."
Wicket scolded Uton.
"But we're surrounded."
Uton replied, frightened.
At that moment, a Light Guard emerged from the group of mechas, coming towards Wicket.
Wicket gritted his teeth and stood firm, not retreating a step.
The Light Guard then knelt on one knee, opened the cockpit in its abdomen.
All the cockpits were empty.
Wicket and the others were shocked by this scene.
"The cockpits are empty, could there be ghosts?"
Uton and others spoke in fear.
"Ghosts, what ghosts? It's divine intervention!"
Wicket snapped out of it, shouting excitedly.
"Yes, it's divine intervention!"
Uton and the others became excited too.
"Quick, get on the mechas!"
Wicket led the charge onto the Light Guard Mecha.
