Hesbeirn exhaled softly, eyes narrowing.
"…Rotation formation. Auto-switching gunners. No wasted seconds between volleys…"
He shifted his gaze downward.
Near the rear wall, he noticed something odd.
Strange rune-etched chairs lined the stone, at least a dozen per section. Puppet knights that had stepped back from the firing line now sat in them, completely still. Yet faint pulses of blue mana flickered beneath the chairs' base, connecting to the knights' backs through open conduits.
A recharge system.
No wires. No exposed cores. Just silent, efficient refueling of spent mana, allowing exhausted puppets to recover while their replacements fired without pause.
"…He even solved the fatigue problem," Hesbeirn murmured.
The formation wasn't just defensive. It was sustainable. Meant to outlast wave after wave without giving ground, with puppets cycling through fire, rest, and re-deployment like clockwork.
