The battleship tore through the last layer of cloud, and the mountain peak rose out of the mist ahead.
Alice stood at the railing with Void perched on her shoulder, his black fur rippling in the wind. The summit was swarming. Gnomes and Necromancers filled every ledge and slope, and above them, hovering in a line at the front, stood the Peak Sovereign Gnomes, their auras rising to meet the ship like a storm front rolling in.
"They really are gathering here." Klaus clicked his tongue, leaning on the railing beside her as he said.
"They must've been quite anxious." Reynolds chuckled as he looked at the Gnomes, who didn't try to attack them on sight and rather waited.
