The heavy brass cylinder of the Mana Jammer rested on the wooden flatbed cart. It was a dense and ugly piece of machinery. It weighed over a thousand pounds. Lucian hovered exactly two feet above the ground. His newly evolved white and gold wings beat with a slow and rhythmic power. Every single downstroke pushed a wave of blistering heat across the frozen volcanic ash.
Thorne and Kael stepped forward. They carried the thick iron chains they had salvaged from the Dwarven transit carts. The Bear beastman and the Golden Tiger worked quickly. They wrapped the heavy chains securely around the brass casing of the Jammer. They fashioned a crude but sturdy flight harness.
Valeria walked up to the hovering Phoenix. She had to shield her eyes from the intense glare radiating from his flawless skin. He was no longer a child. He was a young man forged from starlight and ancient magic.
