Chapter 122: Final Night Together
The concept of "travel" in the world of Elias usually involved bumping along dirt roads in a wooden box pulled by horses, feeling every rock and pothole for weeks on end.
But for Damien Voss, travel had just been reinvented.
VROOOOOOM.
A low, guttural roar tore through the silence of the mountainous highway connecting the Dwarven Kingdom to the Human Empire.
It wasn’t the roar of a beast. It was the hum of a Void-Combustion Engine spinning at 5,000 RPM.
The Fenrir easily glided. Its massive, runic-treaded tires ate the asphalt with a hungry hiss.
The Dragon-Scale alloy chassis, painted a matte, light-absorbing black, cut through the wind like a arrow.
Inside the cabin, it was terrifyingly quiet. The soundproofing runes Brokk had installed worked perfectly, reducing the engine’s scream to a powerful, rhythmic purr that vibrated in their chests.
"We are moving so fast," Leona whispered, pressing her face against the reinforced glass window.
"The trees... they look like a green blur. Is this what it feels like to be an arrow?"
She was sitting in the back, nursing her bandaged arm. The Void Decay from Valerius’s attack had stopped spreading, thanks to the Dragon Blood treatment Damien had given her, but the hand was still a blackened, useless ruin. Yet, despite the pain, her golden eyes were wide with childlike wonder.
"We’re doing 120," Damien said from the driver’s seat, his hands resting lightly on the leather-wrapped steering wheel.