Lucien and the brainwashed group raced down the road on bicycles. The wind whipped against their faces as the world blurred past. What started as a ride quickly turned into a competition.
Naturally, Lucien was in the lead. His strength outmatched theirs yet the others pushed themselves with everything they had. Their veins bulged as they pedaled furiously to catch up.
Fortunately, the Crafting Division had prepared for this. Before they set out, the bicycles were enchanted with protective magic circles. If anyone lost control, a barrier would appear instantly, minimizing the impact and shielding both rider and bystander from harm.
Lucien glanced over his shoulder.
The people following him had their eyes locked on his back. He had personally crafted more bicycles through his CRAFT feature since his territory didn't have enough to equip all five hundred.
Everyone quickly got the hang of riding.
Above them, Cielius soared gracefully. His speed was eclipsing the riders below.
