The tram rumbled forward, gliding along the invisible rails suspended high above the vast sky. Inside the cabin, the atmosphere was eerily silent, save for the soft hum of the machinery and the occasional creak of the metal framework.
Fortunately, the tram was large enough to fit all three of them—yes, that included Ignis and his massive form. The phoenix was curled up at the far end of the cabin, his ember-like feathers flickering faintly as he rested. Raine sat across from Velren, her arms crossed, her expression unreadable.
Velren, however, had his gaze fixed on the window.
Beyond the glass, the fragmented remains of yet another island drifted downward, its towering cliffs crumbling, its structures vanishing into the endless clouds below. He swallowed, unconsciously tightening his fingers around the edge of his seat. His voice came out a bit hesitant.
"...Say, what happens if the island we're heading to starts falling as well?"
Raine, without missing a beat, responded flatly.
