The soft hum of micro-propellers echoed gently along the upper-deck ventilation corridors of the main Dreadnought. Not long afterward, dozens of camouflaged mechanical-insect reconnaissance drones landed smoothly on the charging platforms in the command room. The central computer immediately absorbed the entire terabytes of raw data recorded by the drones' optical sensors and mana detectors, processing it into elegant three-dimensional visual reports that floated in the middle of the chamber.
Sylvia, still reclining leisurely in her throne-like chair while sipping floral tea from a delicate porcelain cup, observed the integrated map projection together with her elder sister, Stacia.
