"Ves."
"Hm? What's up, Gloriana?"
"Why are we letting our Woodsap mechs outside of the protective range of our defensive spell array and Saint Kingdom? I am aware of the need to test the performance of your latest work under a variety of conditions, but this falls well outside reasonable and expected conditions. Are you not afraid that you have thrown away the lives of those test pilots and prototype mechs? If the Second Elf falls so soon, then the Terrans and particularly the elves among them will suffer a terrible setback."
Ves looked up from the tactical map that displayed all of the movements of all friendly units currently within reach.
The projected map very clearly did not show the up to date positions of the Woodsap mechs sent on a reconnaissance mission.
They only showed the outlines of their last known coordinates before they plunged into the dark miasma.
