Northern leaned on the rails of the airship, observing the gentle clouds as it glided through them, flowing with the current of the winds.
It was almost as if the ship was alive; the gentle hums made it feel like they were riding on a wooden vessel built upon the back of a floating abomination.
Sometimes Northern didn't want to believe this was a kind of vessel that had soul essence flowing through its veins. It sort of made it a living organism. Although, thinking about it crowned his head with aches.
He already had something to deal with. And that was the chaos he had seen.
He narrowed his eyes as he inspected the clouds of the sky, remembering what he saw. For a couple of seconds after he saw it, he had pondered over whether to tell anyone or not.
But telling anybody would mean giving himself away. The whole event was a shocker to begin with.
