At the canyon's bottom, the fog was particularly thick. However, as they ascended to a mere few dozen meters from the exit, the fog had thinned out to nothingness.
The All-Women World was now in daylight. The early light of dawn was boldly pouring down through the cracks in the rock walls above.
It was as if they tore apart the once-oppressive gray-white dense fog, piercing through the millennia of accumulated cold and damp air.
From the back, the mecha bore the morning light, the sun gilding its edges with radiant gold. The cold metallic armor was spotless, reflecting brilliance, while the engine spat out a bluish tail flame that burned fiercely in the air, roaring.
F*ck, this is the roar of breaking free from shackles, the howl of rebirth through fire!
In one word, this is damn handsome!
OK, we've finished looking from the back, now let's view it from the front.
