The aircraft lurched, then rose.
Not smoothly, not gracefully, but with raw, mechanical force as the rotors roared to life and the entire hull trembled like a dragon shaking itself awake.
WHUP-WHUP-WHUP-WHUP—
The ramp snapped shut beneath us with a heavy clang, sealing the cabin as steam hissed violently through the pipes lining the walls, the pressure shifting and my stomach dropping for a brief moment as the ground beneath us gave way.
Through the window, the academy shrank rapidly, buildings turning into shapes, shapes into patterns, until soon it was just a blur beneath a sea of clouds.
"—Hah."
Marcellus leaned back into his seat, gripping the armrest just a little tighter than he probably intended. "…This feels different than using flying discs."
Julius smirked faintly, repeating his previous words.
"Afraid of heights?"
"I said shut up."
