"Boom——!"
The mechanical door was kicked flying, and a blonde-haired boy rushed out with a tattered mechanical man on his back, his face stained with burn marks.
"We... did we escape?" Lan Qie said haltingly.
"We escaped." Noel looked up.
Despite Lan Qie's outdated temperature sensing system, he could still feel the moonlight pouring down on him, landing on his cold mechanical shell, bright and dazzling...
"Thank you..." he sincerely expressed his gratitude.
Puppet Threads shuttled between skyscrapers, and searchlights fell on them. Noel tugged on the Puppet Threads, swinging from one end of the building to the other, shaking off the pursuing troops.
As he passed by, he saw, through the light rail windows, office workers looking down at their phones, living withered and numb, forgetting how to look up at the sky. So, they didn't notice a mechanical man breaking free from his shackles and a beautiful Phoenix hanging from threads flying through the night sky.
—Freedom.
