Chapter 86. Trial Run
There was interesting scenery that the cameras caught from afar. It was slightly covered by the congregation of the espers and guild staff, but the keen reporters could see four figures somewhere near the gate.
Three guides in pristine-looking black uniforms with different colored lining and buttons in each person--red, blue, and green--stood in attention, hands behind their back, eyes focused on the rather tall masked man in front of them. Rather than guides, they looked more like privates in front of their drill sergeant.
"Mask."
The three moved in trained discipline, putting the choker-like device on their neck and pressing the button on the side. Now they were all protected by the filtering mask, and the guide captain told them to inhale and adjust their breathing.
"Shield."
This time, they put out their arms, clenched their fists, and shimmering mana shield deployed over their forearms.
"Potions."