The dawn air was crisp, and a low mist still clung to the base of Elandra's towering walls as Inigo and Lyra stood just beyond the city gates. There was no carriage. No horses. No hired drivers waiting with reins in hand. Just two people and an empty stretch of dirt road winding toward the northeast hills.
Inigo reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a folded black parchment, sealed with a wax insignia—gears and wings etched clean into the crimson surface. With a thumb, he cracked the seal.
A faint glow shimmered in the air around him as a translucent interface appeared—visible only to his eyes. He swiped through the selections with muscle memory more than thought, pausing at a familiar listing.
Summon: JLTV Tactical Vehicle — Confirm?
He tapped it.
