Zion complied without question.
Kiara deliberately turned her head toward the distant carriage in the trees. Even though it appeared minuscule at that range, she knew Lucian's gaze was fixed through magnification.
She raised her hand.
A simple wave.
Then she pointed deliberately toward Arceus and the carriage.
The gesture was intentional.
Several minutes later, the tank's engine rumbled softly as it departed the lakeshore.
Dust rose behind it.
Only after the massive vehicle disappeared into the horizon did Lucian Storm lower his binoculars.
"Drive," He ordered Stephen calmly.
His carriage advanced toward Zalgar Temple.
When he arrived, he immediately noticed two things.
First, Arceus lay safely within the abandoned carriage, breathing steadily.
Second, a familiar figure was pinned beneath deep impressions in the earth where the tank had materialized.
The bald monk.
