After leaving the grand hall, the night air greeted them. Hesbeirn trudged behind Javier, a bottle of liquor in hand, his heavy steps echoing against the stone. He let out a long sigh that sounded more like a growl.
Javier walked at his usual unhurried pace, hands in his pockets, until he stopped in the middle of the vast courtyard.
It'd be more fun to just ride Buddy all the way to the Dwarven kingdom…
But with Pekko speed, even tripled, it still means days on the road. Too long. Too exposed. And like Father said… don't be careless, don't be arrogant. Even knowing how strong I've become.
He raised his palm toward the open courtyard. Mana rippled outward, bending the air until a massive shadow took form.
A huge transport drone appeared, its polished frame gleaming under the moonlight. Its wings hummed faintly as it hovered, runes glowing softly along its hull.
