"How do we turn on the defensive mechanisms?"
"Procella prepared a bunker when we first moved to Aftermath," Druk responded, flying through the skies of Aftermath at a terrifying rate. Alex wondered whether she'd reached terminal velocity yet, but he was certain they were quite close to achieving it. Tiny cuts appeared on Alex's skin, forcing him to augment it using his mana.
At that moment, an ear-piercing noise entered Alex and Druk's ears.
"Procella."
"Procella."
The two said simultaneously. Druk glanced at Alex, who nodded. Since the former couldn't turn around, the latter was to describe all events he could view. Using [Mana Vision], that wasn't such a difficult task.