Under the workshop's dome, the "Storm Falcon" with its seven-meter wingspan hovered silently. Its streamlined fuselage reflected the light, resembling a perfect work of murderous art.
A fanatic gleam shone in Allen's eyes. He could already picture the magnificent scene of twelve Storm Falcons forming an aerial wolf pack, turning the sky into a no-fly zone.
"Jarvis, how long would it take to produce Storm Falcons at full capacity?"
[Simulating production sequence...]
Jarvis's voice was as calm as ever, but the next moment, a financial statement composed of data unfolded before Allen. A line of red numbers hung at the very top.
[Current liquid assets: 36,500 Low-Level Magic Stones.]
[Funds required to form the "Twelve Storm Falcon Squadron": 195,600 Low-Level Magic Stones.]
