Chapter 338: Ash and Ink
The early morning light shone slowly into the sky from above the massive stone ramparts of the Great Wall.
"Someone must have written it for us," Draven had said many hours ago, and the terrible realization hung heavily in the icy air. Not for long had either of them remained outside the rampart.
Helion stood right beside him. His golden armor caught the first pale rays of the sun. He raised a heavy, gauntleted hand and signaled the Vanguard engineering crew stationed on the lower platform.
"Launch the flight," Helion ordered bluntly.
WHIR.
A synchronized squadron of runic recon drones lifted cleanly off the stone. Their heavy brass rotors spun rapidly, carrying the unmanned machines up and over the rolling, toxic red fog of the Wildlands.
Human pilots were not put at risk by the Vanguard on an exploration mission, and the machines were the best mechanical eyes for that task.
Draven observed the machines vanish into the gray clouds.
