Three days later, Lucius navigated the roads of Northcrest City with steady control of the wheel, his eyes sharp yet relaxed.
The sun was low, the afternoon sky tinged orange, and the distant plains stretched endlessly ahead.
The hum of the engine was a quiet comfort, the rhythmic roll of the tires grounding him in the moment.
Beside him, Luna sat upright, clad in her newly fitted protective suit.
The sleek armor hugged her body, contours highlighted by faint mana-lines running across the material like veins of light.
Every time she shifted, the plates flexed seamlessly with her movements, as though it was alive.
Lucius gave a low whistle as he glanced at her. "Well, I've gotta say, that suit hugs you real nice."
Luna flushed and adjusted the straps over her shoulders.
"It feels strange… not like clothes, but not exactly heavy armor either. It's snug, almost like a pillow."
