•The Leviathan Airship, Above the Sanctuary Skies•
Ambrose
Ambrose stared at the mysterious dagger as she stared out the airship's window. The evening sky greeted him with the iridescent twinkling of the stars
Ambrose leaned against the velvet of the chair he was sitting on, basking in the luxury. The walls featured elegant paneling, each section depicting scenes of aviation history and the wonders of the skies. A chandelier of dazzling crystals hung from the ceiling, refracting the soft glow of concealed lighting, which bathed the space in a warm, welcoming radiance. Rows of plush, oversized seats adorned with rich fabrics and intricate patterns lined the main cabin, reminiscent of the lavish compartments found on vintage luxury trains.
Apparently, the other classrooms in the Academy had the same elegant style. Unfortunately for him, Class E was stuck in a rundown annex building. He sighed as a hint of jealousy settled inside him.
