A dozen days later, to the east of the Sky World, deep within the sea of clouds.
The massive body of the "Cloud Whale," like a battle-scarred giant beast, trudged with difficulty through the boundless sea of clouds.
Its former elegance was long gone. The hull was covered with frighteningly blackened craters and massive, torn wounds.
The main mast leaned askew, with the massive sails torn with several gigantic gashes, their edges scorched and curled, making a "flap-flap" sound like a painful moan in the strong high-altitude airflow. At the stern, two sets of propeller blades were twisted out of shape, emitting a sharp and discordant grinding noise during operation, causing the entire airship to tremble unsettlingly as it flew.
Deep within the cabin, Lynch's temporary laboratory.
