Xavier and Eulene, after realising that they were on the verge of reaching Aramon, stopped their fist wars—their record? 466 consecutive draws.
Chrysa, who was covered in cold sweats, let out a sigh of relief.
"Oi!" Eulene, who was sitting beside the cabin door, attracted Xavier's attention. "Let me have the window seat."
Xavier shrugged and leaned back, giving her way. Eulene crossed Xavier's legs while Xavier slid to her spot.
Eulene sat beside the window, on the seat warmed by Xavier. She stuck her neck out of the window and looked ahead. Though her spiritual sense had a super-long range, she held back. She wanted to witness Aramon, 'the city of everything possible by mankind', with her own two eyes.
The steamliner was travelling fast, rattling through the tracks. The wind kissed Eulene's face, blowing her silky black hair. There was a bright smile on her face and twinkle on her eyes.
