Javier let out a sigh, his breath drifting calmly in the wind. Then, slowly, his expression grew serious.
His eyes narrowed sharply.
"I don't understand why some people put their brains on their knees," he said, his voice tinged with irritation and disdain.
"Do they not value their own lives?"
Then he stepped forward, raising his hand—fingers stretching toward the sky. The cold wind brushed past his coat and made his hair ripple.
"Very well," he said, his tone sharpening.
The air around him began to tremble.
"Knights—READY!!" Javier roared.
Across the stone walls of the fortress, the puppet knights manning the anti air mana gun moved perfectly in sync. The anti-air mana guns locked onto their targets.
Mana cores throbbed with power.
Gears clicked as they activated.
Blue veins of energy crawled up each cannon's barrel, pulsing with life.
