Below the burning sky, mana fire still raged in the distance. The drones kept up their coordinated attack, picking apart the enemy formations one by one.
Javier stood quietly… then slowly tilted his head.
"Ah," he said softly.
His eyes narrowed slightly, thinking.
Wyvern meat… is top quality.
He crossed his arms and stayed calm as the explosions thundered overhead.
That's right. It's tender, full of mana fiber… low fat, high protein…
His lips curled into a small smirk.
…super hot grilled. Just like high-grade mana-infused wagyu beef.
He looked toward the nearby dwarves—starving, injured, weak.
This could fix their entire food shortage.
He raised his hand again and pointed upward—casually, but sharply.
"Alright, knights!"
His voice rang out across the courtyard, like a commanding officer giving instructions.
"Aim for the wings or the head. No exploding the body!"
The puppet knights responded instantly, their glowing eyes turning in unison.
