A few days later, in the boundless sky heading towards the Ancient Ruins.
Above the clouds, the vast sky was a blend of blue and pure white, forming the eternal theme of this airspace. However, a silvery-gray streak was tearing through this tranquility at an astonishing speed.
It was the Cloud Whale Airship!
Its streamlined massive body was no longer displaying the usual elegance and composure of cruising, but was slightly leaning forward, channeling every ounce of strength into the forward sprint. The protective array covering the hull was fully activated, flickering with urgent yet steady ghostly light, breathing in and out, piercing through the dense air ahead, forming a cone-shaped air barrier visible to the naked eye.
Inside the cabin of the Cloud Whale Airship.
The roar of the engine, through the well-insulated cabin walls, turned into a low and continuous background sound. Lynch sat quietly by the window, turning his head, silently gazing out the window.
