Peeking out from the mechanical assemblies of the Brass Brawlers and the floating Mystics were three distinct, brilliant blue cylinders pulsing with pure, compressed energy.
"Three Mana Engines," Marrowin said, a sharp, determined grin breaking across his face. "All right there for the taking. If we clear this plaza, we practically fulfill our quota in one clean sweep."
"They're positioning themselves directly under the large steam vents to mask their magical signatures," Maddy observed rapidly, her eyes wide as she took in the tactical layout. "The integration of every unit type—from the tracking hounds to the magical officers—proves they're executing a full-scale defensive lockdown!"
