Vogue couldn't help but make a disgusted expression at that bizarre display. That's just… strange. Why would anyone lick a window?
But he had to admit the ocean view was genuinely impressive. The vast expanse of water, the way sunlight reflected off the surface creating dancing patterns of light, the sense of overwhelming scale—it was beautiful in a way that images could never properly capture.
The convoy began descending a long slope that led toward the coast. Vogue's enhanced senses could detect the change in spiritual energy as they approached the water—it became denser, more volatile, carrying an edge of danger that made his instincts scream warnings.
We're not actually going to cross the ocean, are we? Vogue wondered with growing concern. That would be insane. Even these heavily armored and defended buses wouldn't survive long in those waters.
But apparently, that was exactly the plan!
