A mecha slowly emerged from the jungle at the mountain top. Though his appearance in the night was sudden, it didn't evoke any sense of sneakiness. On the contrary, he was like a gentleman appearing at a ball, so elegant and composed.
In the faint starlight above, it seemed to gather upon the mecha's body—the golden fuselage, silver power lines, and wings made the whole mecha exude an incomparable charm—[Apollo], the name of the Sun God, matched so perfectly with this powerful and graceful design.
A weak yet dazzling flowing light slid across the streamlined body of the mecha as [Apollo] finally stepped out of the dark bushes.
Fatty found himself trembling slightly. He held back the urge to turn and run, positioning himself sideways, like someone caught in the act on the bed, with his head lowered and eyes averted, trembling all over.
