Fran arrived in an airship. Standing outside the Magic Tower waiting for it, Hill was mesmerized by the beautiful ship.
Under the rising sun, through the clouds, a silver sailboat with three sails glistened in the light.
"A silver flying ship, soaring through the sky, I long to see that sky. The sea breeze caressing the cheek, this hill. No one is here anymore, no one at all."
Humming this song in his heart, Hill's eyes widened as he watched the airship slowly descend in the sunlight.
The tears at the corner of his eyes were merely from gazing at the sun for too long.
The airship stopped mid-air, and Adrian appeared at the ship's side, waving vigorously for him to come aboard.
Hill wiped his eyes and happily flew up.
It was only upon standing on the deck that he realized the ship was not small.
Below the silver sails, there was a large cabin surrounded by silvery-white crystal windows.
