Atlas walked for a while until he spotted the massive airport in the distance. It surprised him because it looked like a small island in the middle of the city with dozens of blimp-like crafts lining the runways with a terminal on the side connected to the mainland by a large stone bridge.
'That's so cool,' he thought.
Orcs, goblins, and hobgoblins patrolled the area while mana cannons dot the island's edge. Atlas was fascinated by the Confederation's construction methods, which combined various styles to create the airport and surrounding buildings.
'It smells weird,' Atlas thought while glancing around as something in the air caught his attention. 'Maybe some kind of fuel?'
He approached the entrance only to spot a booth guarded by two hobgoblins, but that didn't bother him as he approached it. When Atlas arrived, the goblin man behind the counter spoke in a fed-up voice, ''How can I help you?''
