The airship's defensive array was no match for the giant palm, and the spells cast by the sorcerers guarding the rear deck were equally ineffective. With no other options, they could only panic, until Tim, with sword in hand, arrived.
"Chief steward, what do we do?"
"Make way."
Tim clenched his teeth and slashed down with his sword, his Combat Energy forming a cleave that avoided the giant palm and hit the airship instead.
If the airship were to be dragged back, the consequences would be unimaginable, so he had no choice but to take this unconventional measure.
The others quickly caught on, and working together, the end of the ship's hull broke off on cue. The airship took the opportunity to accelerate and dashed out, the giant palm only pulling back a pile of nearly crushed timber.
After the narrow escape, Tim and the others became like frightened birds, steering the airship at full speed and leaving the area covered in crimson light far behind.
"We're safe."
