A giant advanced vehicle rumbled down the mountain roads, pumping purple fumes out of its gargoyle mouth-shaped exhaust pipes.
The crest of the World's Kingdom was engraved in its side; a shield with a brave castle spire standing in its center.
Inside the vehicle was designed to transport high-value detainees without stripping them of every dignity. It was mostly made of dark steel, but warm due to the long strip of molt that ran the length of the floor.
Two long benches faced each other across the compartment, upholstered in deep crimson velvet that had seen better days but remained regal.
Lancet and his Heroines sat on one side, and on the opposite sat four Brigadiers in full gear, their Graceblasters resting across their knees, their expressions carefully neutral. Flanking them, the four Awakeners who had met them outside Deathrock's gates.
Apart from the engine's hum and the occasional crackle of a Brigadier's radio, it was mostly quiet.
