As the first rays of dawn crept through the airship's panoramic windows, Cruzer stirred from his sleep.
The gentle hum of the ship's engines and the occasional soft footfalls in the corridor created a serene ambiance.
Stretching, he rose and prepared for the day, donning his combat gear—a balance of mobility and protection—before stepping out into the hallway.
The rest of the group was already gathered in the dining lounge, where a hearty breakfast buffet awaited.
Kaela was enthusiastically piling her plate high with a bewildering assortment of food, while Jean and Elara sipped their tea with amused expressions.
Nina, as usual, was composed, quietly nibbling on a slice of toast while reading a report.
"Morning, Cruzer!" Kaela called out with her characteristic energy. "I saved you a seat—right next to me, of course!"
Cruzer chuckled, making his way over. "Somehow, I'm not surprised.
