"...Can't they say the same? Can't they at least claim that we can move through the atmosphere as we please, entering and leaving whenever we wish?"
"Who cares what they think?" Fargus said with a low chuckle that quickly turned into a sharp tone of certainty. "Even if they've got an entire division of analysts dedicated to watching you, tracking your every breath, the most they'll ever achieve is suspicion. Let them suspect all they want. Let them investigate, theorize, and dig through endless data — it will all lead to the same place: a dead end."
He motioned toward the armor again, his gloved fingers tapping the metallic surface with growing fascination. "These armors… holy mama, they're beyond impressive. I've never seen craftsmanship like this. They don't just hide who you are — they erase your very presence. No sensors, no scanners, no soul sence can trace what's beneath them. The fact that every one of your soldiers wears the same design? Wow."
