Meanwhile.
At the top of the hill.
Javier stood at the peak of the hill, one leg crossed casually over the other, both hands resting on his hips, his chest puffed out as he took in the breathtaking view. The wind swept through his hair, and the sunlight caught the defined contours of his body, his lean, perfectly sculpted muscles gleaming under the warm glow of the morning sun.
His gaze was fixed on the distant sea, where Armand's warships patrolled the waters in perfect formation. Their sleek, modern designs cut through the waves with effortless grace, their hulls gleaming with a polished, metallic sheen. Anti-air mana guns lined their decks, their barrels tracking the skies with mechanical precision.
Docks for mana helicopters extended from their sterns, ready to launch at a moment's notice. Mana cannons, mana missile launchers, and mana gatling guns bristled from every angle, their weapons systems humming with quiet, deadly power.
Hmm...
Looks good...
