The aftermath of the battle left the air thick with tension and a palpable sense of relief. The Predator armors, now damaged and barely holding together, had served their purpose but were no longer reliable. Young Baron Wallace gathered his Mana Knights, their faces reflecting a mixture of exhaustion and determination.
"We've done well," Wallace began, his voice steady despite the strain. "But our Predator armors won't last another fight. We need to regroup and come up with a new strategy."
The knights nodded in agreement, their trust in Wallace unwavering. Mendez, his armor cracked and sparking, stepped forward. "What's the plan, Wallace? We need something more than brute force."
Wallace looked thoughtful, his mind racing with possibilities. Suddenly, a glimmer of hope sparked in his eyes. He activated his futuristic bracelet, a piece of technology far beyond the current era, and began navigating through its various functions. His eyes widened as he found what he was looking for.
