White said nothing for about a minute, his eyes simply remaining fixed upon the nearest UmWhiroJet.
The template that he had actually given them to try and create was simply a Human jet. A Human Space jet, to be exact, and the reason for needing one was simple.
If he planned to bring a thousand Umbrawyric Warriors to Earth, it simply felt better to travel there this way than to have them walk all the way to Earth, and then all the way back again.
But these...
Calling any of these a jet felt almost insulting.
The shape was now completely unrecognizable:
The elongated body, the swept wings, the forward cockpit section.
All of it had evolved into something else entirely.
The creation stretched over seven hundred meters in length, its body forged from a dark metallic substance that seemed less like metal and more like frozen night itself.
There were no visible seams, rivets, or engines.
