Un Blindado Bien Escoltado 소설 & 이야기

The shield was so strong that neither one of their powers were breaking it . " It's useless ! We can't get out of it . " said leader Alan . " Do you like my invention your highnesses ? Grand duchess ? Gilbert ? " said Emre . " What is that ? " said Eskylrious angrily . " That is a shield I created myself . The shield's main function is to trap you inside then absorb the power of the attacks that the others do when trying to break the shield . Pretty cool , for someone who's considered a second place talent . " said Emre .

They passed through more trees and rocks, but their road is clear and suitable for riding a horse with a carriage. “We're here, Alpha. We are back to the protection shield!” Monta said while pointing at the distinct light meters away. Balvina squinted and was mesmerized by what she's seeing. “Why do we use shields?” Balvina squinted more and carefully scrutinized the light.

“You need to make sure that door is padlocked shut. We cannot afford you to drop to the ground unprotected. I will be assigning bodyguards to you over this now. I will be staying close but their job is to make sure you don’t get killed. Do not even argue with me.” I knew it would be pointless so I didn’t even try. I stood up and walked over to the balcony. It was pitch black but with our wolf vision, you could see everything. There was a barn owl sitting on the tree, watching a mouse try to evade it. I watched as the owl took off and expertly swooped down and snatched the mouse. It flew away and out of my eye sight. If only it was that easy tomorrow. Wyatt came up behind me and slid his arms

​"It’s a kill box," Julian said, his voice flat as they reached the base of the ridge. His rifle remained pressed against his shoulder, tracking the perimeter wall. "The walls are angled specifically to eliminate blind spots. If those gates close behind us, we’re entirely dependent on whatever fallback plan you can sketch on that tablet, Lyra."

“The air feels… strange.” The spy bowed, all mysterious and dramatic. “I delivered the message.” Her eyebrow rose. “And?” “It is done.” He didn’t need to explain. The tension in the room already explained for him. It felt like the air had weight. Cullen’s mom walked straight up to me and pressed the bowl into my hands. “Drink.” I stared at it. “Um… what exactly am I drinking?” “A shield,” she said. “A very old one. It will hide your scent, your power, your tracks—everything that says you are you. Temporarily.”

She followed closely behind him and the two disappeared into the forest. "Did you notice?" Weaver asked and Alex nodded. "Her brother is blind. That's probably why she thought it best to talk it out." Alex said and Weaver nodded. "Don't tell the others about the male being blind. It'll provoke some of the others to try and run him off." Alex said and Weaver nodded in understanding. "I'll take a group to start setting up markers upon our new territory." Wever said and Alex nodded wondering how someone who couldn't see had survived this long. He had help from his sister but he didn't seem to rely on her. . . .

That meant that she could try, sentence, and execute violators of Tribunal law. Shane ran his hands over the side of the transport. "The entire thing is armor plated, heavily warded against magic, and there is even a magical command . . . this was Coramen's idea . . . that will fill the inside with total darkness, making it very much your domain. There is a holster on the side of the seat for a sidearm, and you could use the window as a brace for the sniper rifle that is currently disassembled and in a case beneath the seat."

Lastly, A thin vial of wolfsbane tucked in carefully into a hidden ankle compartment. Red stitching glowing faintly with enchantments—anti-tracking runes. In the earphone:“ You’ll enter as a new bodyguard, you know why your there. Do it and leave no survivors. No mistakes.” Running her hands over the leather, felling how cold yet powerful it was she said in a monotone voice “Not a single one.” ——— The sleek black car came to halt before the towering iron gates of the sprawling estate. The August sun casted long shadows across the gravel drive, painting the world in gold and rust.

Even under the cover of darkness, the mansion exuded an air of prominence and authority. However, this was no ordinary noble's abode. The mansion, with its tightly guarded perimeter, stood as a beacon of loyalty to Aeternum, a safe haven in a city otherwise engulfed by uncertainty. At the front gates of the estate, two guards stood alert, their steel armor glinting faintly under the moonlight. As Selie stepped into view, her calm and commanding aura was enough to catch their attention. She raised a gloved hand and flashed her Aeternum Army badge, its emblem reflecting the faint light.

Adam asked her for all of them. Handing her tablet to Walt, Mist swung her backpack around and unzipped it, digging in the front pocket before she pulled out another small circular device that looked a lot like the one she’d used to shield the fire the day before. “It’s a hovering shield. It’ll stay over the head of the person who dispatches it and block any heat signals within a ten foot radius, which means we’ll all have to stay pretty close together for all of us to be protected. But it won’t be able to keep them from gaining visuals should anyone actually be watching the cameras on these bastards.”