The air in the Dawn Village felt heavier that morning, though Lucian could not tell if it was his own fatigue or the burden of too many decisions made back-to-back.
He sat in his office, arms resting on the desk, when Jamie leaned against the wall with her usual grin.
Her presence was always a mix of casual charm and thinly veiled menace, as if she'd shoot first and laugh later.
Lucian exhaled slowly.
"Prepare a small team. I want elites only—those who have the brains and the hands to work with tech, not just swing a sword. We'll head to the scrap yard where the trash rain fell."
Jamie tilted her head.
"How small are we talking?"
"Five to Ten people. No more. I don't want chaos on the field. And I want Mira included."
Lucian replied without hesitation.
The grin widened, playful yet sharp.
"Only that much, huh? Guess I'll have to break a few hearts. People will kill to get on this one."
"Pick carefully. We need skill over enthusiasm."
Lucian said, leaning back.
