a Vanc

he rhythm of high-tier arcane engineer

teen months. The blueprints I sent back to Cassian were so mathematically flawless that he had sent th

me outside an unassuming brick bu

master artificers, independent guild masters, and high-tier mages gathered

up in a practical twist. Across the lower half of my face, I wore a lightweight silk veil

beside me. He wore a crisp black tailored coat with polished steel cuff-buc

rders to verify before midnight," I replied smo

ght. Several dozen master mages and wealthy merchants sat in private leather

table near the back, ordering two

Blackwood-that wealthy dragon lord who worships the ground Lyra walks on-just opened his private mining reserves t

wine. "The propulsion rings fro

ut using brute-force draconic flame. She has no idea that the harmonic feedback

said calmly. "The truth has a way of

e with fierce intensity. "And what about the Grand Artifice Co

sovereign immunity granted by the Grand Council. With that charter, the Drakos crown can

knuckles for a brief, reassuring second. "I've already secured our covert strike

id, a rare warmth easing t

vy brass bell above the salon'

through the quiet murmur of

Princess Audrey of the Drakos Dynasty, and my

wine glass down wi

tious crimson velvet gown heavily embroidered with pure gold dragonscale patterns. Trailing behind her wa

room with blatant disgust, treating the assemb

cked directly ont