Three hours later, the sun was already at its zenith, its heat beating down relentlessly on the M-ATV Oshkosh. Thankfully, its air-conditioning kept the interior cool, offering a respite from the harsh conditions outside.
Vincent sat in the passenger seat, his gaze fixed on the landscape rolling by. The dense forests of Arendel had given way to a more open terrain, with vast plains stretching out before them.
Alpha 4, who was driving, glanced over at Vincent. "You think the elves will manage without us?"
