Over the next couple of days, Leo began to piece together several key details about the mana shield building located within the Zone Twelve Military Base.
He had spent days racking his brain, trying to identify a viable way to destroy the shield core, but the breakthrough he so desperately sought did not come from studying schematics or fishing for information amongst colleagues, but rather from understanding the logistics behind refueling the depleted core crystals.
He had already taken note of certain trucks allowed to pass freely through the restricted gates, quietly memorizing their registration numbers and patterns of movement over the past few days.
So when he spotted one of those trucks approaching the inner gates this morning, he raised a hand and signaled it to halt.
The driver slowed to a confused stop, unsure of whether he had made a mistake, when Leo approached with a stern expression and spoke with authority.
