The night of the departure arrived—Tristan and Stella stood outside their home; Rosetta beside them, waiting for the envoy that would take them.
Tristan already expected something outrageous to appear before them, thanks to what he had seen so far, and the other details Rosetta had divulged.
The academy was allowed to know the location of Gran-Toro due to their ancient history, so when the very barrier in the sky gave way to a massive object, they did not get worried.
Nevertheless.
"Do they have to be so darn spectacular?" He shook his head, even if his heart thumped with so much anticipation that he felt he would burst!
All three of them watched a ship descend from the sky. Its figure cast a significant shadow even if the lights it emitted lit up its figure.
In no time the ship began to hover above them, and yes, it indeed was a ship. A sailing ship that could fly!
