"Ultraman, truly a powerful force."
Zhang Jie and the others were discussing this, while Wu Ye's gaze was fixed on Tiga, who was confronting Camilla — he had once thought about becoming an Ultraman himself.
The power of light, warm and sacred.
Who doesn't long for it?
But once a desire arises, you inevitably won't get it; that's the problem with light.
Light only chooses those with pure hearts.
Darkness is the same.
"Forget it, I'm not pure, and now I have my own path, no need to covet the power of light or darkness." Wu Ye said to himself, trying to let go of his yearning for Ultraman's power, focusing on the present, and the waves in his heart gradually calmed down.
"Ye, what are you daydreaming about?" Zhang Jie noticed Wu Ye was absent-minded during their discussion and patted him, "Focus, or you might get blasted by that female Ultraman's beam; after all, Tiga seems to show some 'mercy' to her."
"Got it, Jie."
