Vwuuunggg...
The soft hum of the tactical Hover-Jeep's mana-turbines sliced through the bustling afternoon of Iron Hearth.
The capital's asphalt streets felt incredibly alive. Merchants busily pushed their carts, factory workers walked in droves after their shifts, and young children ran cheerfully along the sidewalks. The presence of a military armored vehicle cruising casually toward the castle didn't shock them in the slightest. It was a familiar daily sight in the North.
Behind the wheel, Rianor Sudrath stared straight ahead.
His right hand gripped the steering wheel steadily. His left arm—encased in the Arcanotech Bracer—rested casually on his thigh. Its micro-circuits emitted a dim blue glow in standby mode, releasing a rhythmic whirrr.
His gray eyes, framed behind thin glasses, now radiated an unashamed warmth.
In the front passenger seat, Roland leaned back and relaxed.
