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Time had passed, but the battlefield remained the same: scarred earth, blood-soaked mud, smoke, and the unending cry of steel and magic clashing in the distance. It had become a grim symphony Elara had grown all too accustomed to, one that echoed through her very bones even in the silence of her laboratory.
Elara and Kael had become a myth across both friendly and enemy lines. The "Magitech Demoness and her Bloodhound"—a presence that spelled instant annihilation for any advancing army that dared cross their path. Soldiers whispered tales around campfires of shimmering laser arrays and the draconic berserker who tore enemies apart with molten claws. To many, they were divine retribution made flesh.
But myth did not make one invincible.
It happened so quickly, so unexpectedly. Elara and Kael had just landed on the eastern front—where the defensive line had barely held through days of relentless enemy waves. Elara had lifted into the air using her Hover-Assist Harness, casting wide-spread arrays of Ice Focus Discs, each refracting condensed mana beams into pinpoints of surgical destruction. The screams of dying soldiers faded beneath the hum of her focused magic, their last moments swallowed in silence.
Kael had been on the ground, an unstoppable machine of death, claws shredding and burning through armor. Her enhanced Draconium Bracers seared the very air, and her eyes glowed with predatory instinct. Each step left behind blood and flame, a brutal reminder that mercy had no place in this war.
Then a shot rang out.
Not a magical blast, not an explosive rune.
A single, high-velocity projectile.
Kael flinched mid-charge.
She staggered.
Elara's heart stopped.
Kael grunted and ripped the metal shard from her left shoulder, blood sizzling around the wound. It wasn't critical. It didn't even slow her down. But for Elara, it was the final straw.
She descended immediately, ignoring the still-sizzling battlefield, eyes locked on Kael's wound, inspecting it with a desperation bordering on panic.
"It's nothing, Mistress," Kael said, as if reading her mind. "It grazed me."
"It came from our weapons," Elara whispered, pale. "One of ours."
For two months, Elara disappeared from the front. Not entirely—her mind remained. Her inventions, her logistics, her remote orders. But physically, she was gone.
Hidden deep in the industrial zones between Aldemar's southern mountain borders, she and her team took over an entire city block-sized facility and began something unthinkable.
Air superiority.
Using the schematics and engineering base from her Messenger Birds, Hover Trucks, and the propulsion array she'd developed over a year prior, she began constructing the foundation for a new class of military force: the Skyborn Fleet.
These weren't airships powered by hot air or elemental wind spells. These were mana-integrated cruisers, sleek and elongated, their reinforced keels shaped like inverted arrows. The materials were state-of-the-art—lightweight alloys reinforced by compact runic lattices, their cores forged with crystallized mana-thread fibers that Elara had invented herself.
Each vessel had:
4 Hover Cores, embedded along their length, giving smooth vertical lift
1 Rear Propulsion Array, enabling rapid forward movement and fine maneuvering
3 Internal Magic Core Arrays, providing energy for all onboard systems
Hull-Integrated Focus Conduits, allowing seamless firing of large-scale magic
Rotating Gun Decks, operated in pairs, each one capable of firing anything from flame bursts to chain lightning to kinetic mana bolts
Crew Capacity: up to 100 soldiers, engineers, and officers per ship
Habitat Modules: Sleeping quarters, mess halls, briefing chambers, medical bays
Armor Plating: Rune-etched reflective alloy resistant to most known forms of magical and ballistic penetration
Each ship was not just a weapon.
It was a fortress. A mobile stronghold that symbolized the pinnacle of Elaran innovation.
Elara worked around the clock. She refined the designs, prototyped turret models, and implemented the Runic Signature Encryption—an onboard command rune pressed into each ship's heart-crystal. Without the proper sequence, the entire system would disintegrate. Not disable. Vanish.
This made espionage and sabotage virtually impossible. If a crystal core was damaged, even slightly, the internal structure would collapse into glittering dust, erasing all secrets.
When she handed the blueprints to Tolan, her hands trembled slightly—not from fear, but from the gravity of what she was unleashing.
"Two hundred," she said. "Minimum. Begin crew training immediately. Reassign frontline mercenaries to serve as officers."
Tolan blinked. "You want two hundred ships?"
"Before the enemy figures out how to fly," Elara replied, her voice devoid of humor.
He nodded and left. No questions.
Two more months passed.
Elara returned to the front during that time, bringing with her refined artillery drones, next-gen healing pods, and personal shielding amulets. Her presence was no longer surgical—it was sweeping. Each battlefield she graced became a fortress of energy and fire. Kael was always by her side, unrelenting, a protector, a shadow, and a fury.
And yet, in the corners of her mind, the fleet never left her thoughts.
She dreamed of hulls cutting through clouds. Of turrets firing from the heavens. Of reclaiming the sky.
Then, one early morning, a single sealed missive arrived via private courier.
**"Dear Elara,
It's done.
What would be your next instructions?
Tolan."**
Elara arrived the next day.
The hangars were nestled between sheer cliffs, hidden behind wards and illusions so dense they could repel dragonfire. As her personal hovercraft descended, her heart raced. This was the moment everything had led to.
She had seen schematics.
She had overseen parts, tested reactors, debugged control arrays.
But seeing them...
Dozens of E.W.-branded Skyships, rising into the air like silver ghosts.
Some were still landed, being stocked by dock teams. Others floated effortlessly in formation, mana rippling along their hulls, ready to deploy. The rumble of charged hover-cores filled the air like a symphony of power restrained.
Kael stood beside her on the platform, her wound fully healed, though the memory lingered in both their minds.
"They are beautiful," she said in awe, her eyes wide with childlike wonder.
Elara nodded slowly.
"No," she said, her voice a whisper carried by resolve.
"They are necessary."
And the sky, for the first time in this war, began to belong to Aldemar.