Javier snapped his fingers, and a set of gear materialized on the table. It was sleek and black, with a modern, tactical design: a form-fitting helmet with a built-in visor, a thin but durable vest with integrated barrier runes, a black combat uniform, a tactical mask, and special goggles with enchanted lenses.
Aelius rubbed his chin, his eyes scanning the gear before turning his gaze toward Javier. "Isn't this the gear our military has been using?"
"Yes."
"What for?"
Javier narrowed his eyes at him. "I already said, a demonstration, right?"
"Oh, right."
"Now, Heres, help me equip this on the dummy," Javier said before glancing around. "Oi… where's Heres?"
They all turned their gazes toward the deck chairs where Heres was sprawled across one, flat on his back, snoring softly. A golden wine bottle was hugged tightly against his chest, and his lips moved in a faint, mumbling whisper.
"Kliatana…"
