Enemy's Ambush

The bottom of the floating continent was completely flat, carved with heavy, industrial-grade runic emplacements. I could see dozens of massive, retracted elemental defense cannons built directly into the bedrock-clearly designed to decimate any unauthorized fleet approaching from below.

However, as my eyes scanned the lower perimeter near the outer rock formations, I spotted something wrong.

Hiding in the deep shadows beneath the continent's edge were eight sleek, unidentified black combat jets. They were using specialized, high-grade stealth cloaking fields that erased their mana signatures, hovering silently beneath the island's defense grid.

My eyes narrowed. "Yoona, Val... we've got company. Eight hostile combat jets hiding right beneath the lower rim at two o'clock."

Yoona and Val didn't doubt my word for a single second.