'Transportation of Normal Mana automobile would be hard, Unless...' His thoughts shifted naturally, smoothly. '...Unless armored variants existed.'
Vehicles capable of withstanding direct awakened assaults. Reinforced frames. Layered mana barriers. Adaptive defenses capable of responding in real time. Considering the Thorne family's reputation, their genius, their foresight, the way Valkrin's technology always seemed one step ahead of the rest of the world,
There was a high chance they'd already thought of it. Maybe even built it.
Just not something Bruce had encountered yet.
Understanding settled quietly in his chest, replacing curiosity with clarity. He exhaled, the fog of his breath dissolving into the cold air.
"So," Bruce said at last, eyes fixed forward, his voice calm but carrying a weight that hadn't been there before, "what's the plan…"
The Traveler didn't answer right away.
