In Mino's eyes, the outline of the Floating City seemed quite familiar.
But it was incredibly ugly.
The surface was pockmarked and rough, as if a file had scraped off most of the protruding spikes on old tree bark but left it uneven.
To say it was metallic, its gentle curves more closely resembled wood.
But to call it wood, it shone with a metallic luster and was surrounded by Shadow Energy, clearly characteristic of obsidian.
Moreover, considering its speed, it must be extremely light, excessively so.
At first glance, Mino found it odd, but the more he thought about it...
What an outrageous material!
He just didn't know what the hardness and magical conductivity were like...
"Mino!"
Demitri's voice came from behind, and Mino jolted, realizing he had been lost in thought.
"Sir, Sir!"
"I was talking to you."
Demitri frowned and repeated, "Is this the Floating City?"
"This is the Floating City... maybe?" Mino said, uncertain.
