VWUUUMMM...
The soft hum of the mana-engine sliced through the quiet asphalt of Iron Hearth. Low-hanging morning mist occasionally swept across the windshield of the light tactical Hover-Jeep as it cruised at a steady pace.
Inside the dark gray armored cabin, a heavy silence smothered its four passengers.
Rianor Sudrath sat rigidly behind the steering wheel. His gray eyes stared straight ahead, piercing through the fog. His right hand gripped the wheel firmly. Meanwhile, his left arm—now encased in the Adamantite-forged Arcanotech Bracer—rested casually on his thigh.
The micro-circuits running along the prosthetic metal plates pulsed with a dim blue glow. Whirrr... An incredibly faint mechanical whine could be heard every time the vehicle rolled over a small pothole.
In the front passenger seat, Roland slumped in exhaustion.
