Javier walked calmly into the open field beyond the fortress gate. The wind was crisp, carrying the faint scent of soot from the recent battle.
"Lord Javier!!" a dwarven commander called up from the wall.
Javier didn't turn. His tone was steady and unwavering.
"You all stay inside. It's dangerous."
"But—"
"This is my order." His voice was calm, final. "Stay inside. Relax. And watch."
"…Yes, Lord Javier."
He took a few more steps, then stopped. This was far enough.
With a smooth motion, he reached into his magic storage. A faint hum filled the air as a sleek, rune-inscribed device emerged—a compact disc-like object glowing softly with intricate patterns.
"Sky Eye. Deploy,"
He knelt slightly, pressing his palm to the device and channeling his mana into it. The runes brightened, rotating in harmony with his mana signature. A brief whirr sounded as four small fins extended, and a mana propulsion system ignited.
