In the distance, a group of Griffins approached.
Five of them.
Their wings sliced through the air with ferocity.
Their presence radiated power, ranging from Tier 3 to Tier 5. At the center of the formation soared the largest one.
Unmistakably the leader… a Tier 5.
Lucien moved quickly.
He opened a hidden compartment at the back of the chariot and there it was.
His eyes widened.
"A bolt-action rifle?"
It was something he recognized yet it wasn't quite the same.
The rifle was long and sleek, with a solid dark oak stock and a polished steel barrel.
Intricate runes shimmered faintly along its surface. A soft pulse of mana flickered within the trigger mechanism almost like the weapon was alive.
Lucien lifted it carefully.
Its weight was perfect, balanced for control and steady aim. The iron sights aligned with clean precision.
His lips curled into an eager grin.
Excitement surged through him.
This... was going to be fun.
