Back on the soul vessel, immediately after Northern had maneuvered his way into the other airship and drifted unnaturally away, the number of drifters attacking them had reduced drastically.
The already present ones were easily dealt with, and everything seemed to have calmed down.
The sailors and drifters who were not wounded were tending to the wounded ones. Three drifters who happened to be healers were helping to take care of the sailors' first aid and moving on to the next as quickly as they could.
Alystren stared at the disaster with a distraught face. Shin was also beside him, glancing around with no particular emotion.
After a while, he said:
"Who are they?"
Alystren looked away, turning to the back of the ship. The soul vessel had taken heavy damage. Black smoke was enormously oozing from its rear, and its flying speed had decreased by half.
However, it was still going regardless.
