The next morning, the smell of grilled meat mixed with the fresh, crisp air of dawn as Liana turned a few sizzling pieces over the portable grill. Nearby, Gloria knelt carefully, preparing herbs and sliced fruits with her usual grace and precision.
A few steps away, Javier was crouched near the open grassy area. With a small, confident smile, he reached into his magic storage and pulled out an unusual object. Sleek, matte-black, with four steady rotor fans.
New transport drone.
Slowly, the hatch opened with a gentle hiss.
Javier put on a pair of magic-enhanced glasses. The lenses flickered with glowing lines and interface grids. He watched the live feed from the drone.
Meanwhile, several of his special operation puppet knights began to move. One by one, they entered the drone's hatch with perfect coordination. Calm, disciplined. Each carried mana rifles, their armor shining clean, with subtle runes etched along their arms and legs.
