Everyone followed the sound to the doorway, and their pupils contracted at the sight. The door, which had previously withstood the force of grenades, had been slashed open by the blade of a blue mecha, leaving a massive gash.
The enemy standing in the doorway was entirely encased in azure mechanical armor. Even his pupils were lifeless mechanical eyes. The light mecha he wore was vividly colored. Its metallic shell was sleek, and every piece of armor looked like a meticulously polished work of art—both sturdy and gracefully light. Blue light converged on the circular core at his chest, the power core of the light-type mecha. The appearance of blue flames seemed to be a declaration of its master's immense power.
The enemy in the doorway was quite satisfied with everyone's reaction. He surveyed his surroundings, using the infrared spectrum detector on his mecha to scan the environment and everyone within it.
