The vessel surrounded by tenebrous clouds drifted forward at a peaceful speed, gliding across the bright sky like a ship cutting through calm waters.
Northern stood at the edge of the ship's bow, looking down. He wasn't merely inspecting the ground below with his enhanced vision—at the same time, he used Eyes of the Shadow to survey the terrain, searching for whatever clues might lead him to his mother. Or anyone.
Sael cautiously approached. He stood there, hesitating for a moment, clearly unsure how to address Northern.
"Sir, you've been standing there for a while… you should get some rest."
Northern answered without shifting his attention, eyes fixed downward as the airship drifted along.
"I don't need it."
His answer left no room for conversation. Still, Sael seemed desperate.
