Black, grey clouds piled up like mountains, stretching and winding endlessly.
The silver-white lightning was like a river flowing between the mountains, whistling as it passed by.
The First University's special airship was currently sailing through a storm.
Through the tall floor-to-ceiling windows, one could see a chaotic mess inside the dining hall, seemingly fresh from the ravages of a thunderstorm. Tables and chairs were overturned; shattered tableware was scattered everywhere. The silver-white curtains were torn off from the windows and piled up haphazardly on the floor.
The chandelier hanging in the center of the dining hall looked as if it had been violently yanked at by someone, its gilded frame twisted and its crystal lampshade laden with cracks.
The dining hall doors were shut tight.
At the entrance, by the bar, a spectacled snake that was originally coiled up on a high stool was now being held by a pair of slender hands, being tied into various knots.
