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Edric and Feren climbed the giant ladder, enduring hardship and challenges with every step, until they finally reached the head of the mech "Archangel." Along the way, they not only had to overcome physical exhaustion, but also face their fears and uncertainties. Their perseverance and courage made their arrival all the more precious.
Standing at the back of the mech's neck, Edric demonstrated his familiarity and affection for the mech. He gently felt the surface of the armor, every touch filled with respect and nostalgia. With careful searching, he finally found a hidden switch that almost blended into the surrounding armor. Edric took a deep breath, then pressed the switch with force. With a slight mechanical sound, a hidden latch emerged from the side of the armor, as if the sleeping giant was silently welcoming their arrival.
Edric's hand trembled slightly, and he knew the significance of this moment. It was not only a reflection of the past glory of the House of Heraldry, but also the beginning of a new journey. Despite being extremely nervous, he firmly pulled down the lever. Immediately, the armor on the mech's neck slowly moved, revealing a meticulously designed door, as if the mech "Archangel" itself was inviting them into its inner world.
Feren stood beside Edric, witnessing it all, filled with awe and amazement. For him, it all seemed like a fantastic and unbelievable experience, yet it also ignited his desire for the unknown and the courage for adventure.
With Edric's firm pull of the lever, the iron door hidden at the back of the mech "Archangel" began to slowly rise. The ancient door was covered in patches of rust, and every inch of movement was accompanied by creaking sounds of aging, as if telling the story of the years and weather the mech had endured. At the moment the door fully opened, a burst of gas sprayed out, carrying a pungent and warm odor, a unique atmosphere formed by the accumulation of air in the sealed space mixing with the outside air.
Feren stood at the doorway, smelling a scent he had never experienced before, furrowing his brow with curiosity and puzzlement, unsure whether the heat and gas were byproducts of the mech's operation or traces left by time. However, he didn't have much time to ponder these questions, as Edric had already signaled to him, preparing to lead him into the inner world of the mech.
Edric seemed to be prepared for all of this, he did not fear the gases being emitted, instead appearing more resolute and decisive in this moment. He turned to Feren with a slight smile, a smile of encouragement and trust, as if telling Feren that whatever they were about to face, they would face it bravely together.
So, Feren took a deep breath, summoned his courage, and followed Edric into the head of the mech "Archangel." As they passed through the rusty iron door, a whole new vision and world unfolded before them.
When Edric and Feren passed through the rusty door and entered the head of the mech "Archangel," the scene they saw exceeded Feren's imagination. The interior space, while not spacious, was filled with a complex sense of technology. In the central position, there was a chair that appeared simple but was actually the core of controlling the entire mech. Above the chair, countless wires and cables hung down like vines, intertwining with some wrapped in plastic protective layers, coiling around each other without any hint of disorder. These wires and cables seemed to be the nerves of the mech's perception and command transmission, carrying the will of the operator.
Directly in front, there was a sophisticated control console distributed on the left and right sides of the chair, designed to fit ergonomics so that the operator could more intuitively command this steel giant. On the control console, most of the buttons and displays were lit with dim lights, emitting a blue or green glow, implying that the mech was in a standby state, like a sleeping behemoth, ready to be awakened at any time.
Behind the chair, there is a small elevator hidden, which surprises Feren. The elevator seems to connect various parts of the mecha, providing a fast passage for the operator or maintenance personnel to easily reach any position of the mecha. Standing in the control room of the mecha's head, Feren couldn't help but feel a kind of inexplicable shock and awe. Everything is a completely new experience for him, and every detail reveals the power and advancement of the mecha. For Edric, all of this is both a review of the past glory of the family and an expectation of everything that may happen in the future.
Just as Feren was still feeling amazed and curious about these high-tech mecha components in the control room, suddenly, there was an atmosphere of time travel in the air. It was the voice of an old man full of the precipitation of years, gently echoing in the control room, with an indescribable warmth and kindness: "Young master... is it you? Oh... young master, you're finally back!" This voice seems to be full of anticipation and excitement, as well as a hint of uncontrollable sadness and joy intertwined.
Later, the old man's voice continued with an almost tangible emotion, "After seventeen years, five months, twenty-seven days, five hours, thirty-four minutes, and fifty-six seconds, you have returned!" This precise time not only demonstrated the old man's long and precise wait, but also highlighted the importance and anticipation of this reunion.
Feren was momentarily startled by this sudden voice. He looked around, trying to locate the source of the voice, but only saw the flashing lights in the control room, data flowing on the display screen, and no sign of anyone. Edric heard this familiar and long-lost voice, and a faint smile appeared on his face, with a hint of complex emotions flashing in his eyes. He turned to Feren, seemingly wanting to explain everything, but words seemed inadequate to express the deep-seated emotions and feelings. This voice, for Edric, was not just a summons, but also a response to the past and an expectation for the future.
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