Journey Wasn't Over

Lucas met the pilot's sharp gaze, his mind racing. The man's uniform, the mechs—everything about them screamed advanced technology, something that shouldn't exist in a world ruled by magic.

"You could say that," Lucas finally responded, keeping his tone neutral. "And you? You don't exactly look like you belong here either."

The pilot let out a dry chuckle. "I suppose that's fair. My name is Kael Drayden, Lieutenant of the Oblivion Empire's patrol division." He gestured towards the massive machine behind him. "And this… is my unit."

Lucas exhaled sharply, his expression shifting as a realization dawned upon him. "Oblivion Empire..." He muttered under his breath before meeting Kael's gaze with narrowed eyes. "So it's true. You come from that place—the land ruled by a tyrant, steeped in Dark Magic."

Kael's entire body went rigid, his expression twisting into something that was equal parts fury and disbelief. "What did you just say?"