The sky turned into a chaotic grey and white, the storm illuminated by lightning, they were like schools of fish swimming in the clouds, their silver bodies advancing with the wild winds. Under this vast outlook, only two zeppelins moved forward, one behind the other.
Perhaps even they could not determine their direction; the scenery remained unchanged no matter where they looked. Like the world after death, everything was monotonous grey and white, and no lengthy journey could reach the so-called end, only wandering in this desolate world like a living corpse, until eternity.
"What is… that?"
Inside the Sailing Dawn, Gareth stood up, looking at the Reichenbach with a face full of shock.
Since a few minutes ago, the bizarre hateful flesh had completely wrapped around the entire zeppelin, like a demon's nest traveling high above, ready to unleash calamity onto the ground at any moment.
