Hax had been informed about the presence of the old man. The second he heard what he built, Hax became interested. He greeted the man with a smile.
"My name is Hax."
"I am Myriil Carvyre," the old man said stepping down the helicopter. "You can call me Myriil." He smiled too at Hax. "I am interested in your work. The turret, BC-80, and this transport helicopter open my eyes to new possibilities."
Elaith controlled the magical armor to stand beside the old man. Hax scanned it from top to bottom. He'd received report that this thing had the power to materialize a sword from its hand. That intrigued him. Except magic, and highly-advanced that could gather all the electron, neutron, and proton in the surrounding area, turned into into atoms, then assembled them to create something.
With that machine, Hax could create anything. But he needed an extravagant amount of energy to do that. Yet, here, now, there was a much better alternative.
