A cold weight pressed on Javier's chest as his father's tone shifted, every word deliberate.
"The problem is coming. Up ahead."
Buddy squawked low, feathers bristling as if sensing the tension. The other Pekko mirrored the unease, their breaths heavy, talons stamping against the ground.
Javier exhaled softly, his fingers twitching.
I knew it. Time to prepare the drones.
"Javier."
"Yes, Esteem Father?" Javier straightened at once, his hand hovering.
"Don't use the battle drone."
Javier blinked. "…Why, Esteem Father?"
Garius's gaze stayed forward, sharp and unwavering.
"Because there are civilians not too far from here. If we unleash that magic of yours, it will cause panic, and unnecessary rumors. Since their number is not too great, I believe we do not need to rely on your magic technology after all."
The moment Garius finished his words, the wind split with a sudden pressure.
