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.
