The sun had risen, restoring the blue sky still adorned with beautiful orange hues. Birds could be seen flying not far above, decorating the sky, flying just below the soft clusters of white clouds like brush strokes, painting a beautiful scene of a morning that felt so warm.
However, the sounds around made the painting seem as if it were made by a Construct in the middle of the road. Too many hissing steams, accompanied by the sound of iron and copper clashing. The footsteps of workers and soldiers could be heard, echoing slightly as they passed the platform where the airship was.
The steam also made the morning air, which should have felt cool, so comfortable like lying with a blanket covering the body, instead feel like being in a sauna full of military personnel and laborers.
