Afterwards, the Tower soared towards the western wing, en route to Drywall.
The morning had fully penetrated the sky, and snow was falling from the clouds, drifting softly onto the floors and roofs of the airship.
There were still a large number of people, even though many had been dropped off along the way.
Eleina stood at the left edge of the deck, gazing at the sky with her hand slightly outstretched. She lowered her gaze and watched as a snowflake gently settled on her small but calloused palm.
So much had happened in one life… and in such a short time. It seemed the world gave her no time to breathe between the torrent of shocks she kept receiving.
She stood there staring at the flakes on her palm, her eyes fixated on them, but her mind elsewhere.
In the blink of an eye, the entire academy had crumbled to dust. Everything had happened before she could even grasp what was unfolding.
