Chapter 100: The First Verse
The Aegis-Class Hover-Van tore across the toxic mud of the Wildlands.
Aegon steered the sleek military vehicle with practiced ease. The heavy anti-gravity repulsors hummed quietly beneath them. They glided smoothly over broken ruins and jagged rocks.
Inside the armored cabin, the mood was surprisingly light. The warmth of the previous night still lingered among the squad.
"I still cannot believe you froze a flour explosion in midair," Lucien laughed. The silver-haired noble leaned back in his leather seat.
"I thought Mrs. Stonehelm was going to have a heart attack."
Estella crossed her arms and pouted.
"It was just a minor miscalculation. I could have baked that entire batch of bread in two seconds with my magic."
"Sure you could, MasterChef," Draven smirked.
Draven sat by the reinforced window. Astraxion was perched comfortably on his shoulder.
