In that faint light, endless dust gathered together, forming a holy vessel. First came bone and flesh, then skin enveloped them, corresponding to the continuously collapsing Lancer Cavalry, revealing cables and core framework as its metal shell shattered, constantly being dismantled and disintegrated.
Percival saw it, the white skeleton covered with flesh, filling the abhorrent skull. In the mingling of flesh, a pair of soulless eyes opened from the pitch-black Thunder Group, gazing at her.
That face began to grow fierce, finally transforming into an absolute nightmare.
Intense erosion descended closely on Percival's consciousness. At this critical moment, the sharp Giant Blade cleaved down, the Sword Dancer severed the Lancer Cavalry's body, freeing it from the Thunder Group's devouring.
Shattered steel plummeted from the height, still ablaze with fuel tanks. As it hit the bottom, it ignited a blaze, scattering the thick fog.
"Still alive, Percival?"
