The journey aboard the Verdant Ark was nothing short of serene.
The hum of the vessel pulsed through the air like a heartbeat and the world outside stretched in shimmering bands of gold and blue.
Marie lounged lazily against the viewing rail, gazing at the clouds drifting far below.
"Comfortable ride," she murmured, "but it feels like we're crawling."
Lucien shot her a sideways look. "Crawling? We're slicing through air currents faster than the Mobile Suit."
Marie leaned closer and whispered conspiratorially, "If this were your Voidcraft, we'd already be there."
Lucien exhaled through his nose. "Sshh… you're going to get us killed one day. And don't compare this to the Voidcraft."
But it was too late... The others had heard her previous words.
The nearest pilot stiffened. One of the Transcendents manning the helm turned sharply, and even the Celestial Realm experts accompanying them opened an eye, faintly offended.
