The next day at noon, with the blazing sun high in the sky.
A luxurious flying ship lifted off from the Dawn City docks, heading westward.
It was Luca and his party setting off.
There were no grand farewells, no ceremonies.
Aside from informing a few people, Luca didn't linger.
He left immediately with Sophia and a few guards, officially heading toward the Western Territory.
For Luca, keeping a low profile was more appropriate than drawing attention. After everything that had happened in Dawn City, Luca guessed his portrait had probably been pinned to the desks of many powerful figures across the Eternal Continent.
Letting others know his whereabouts could invite unwanted trouble along the way.
If it was a Superclass powerhouse, he could manage. Jormungandr could hold off most of them. But if some ancient Transcendent-level figure came looking for trouble, he'd be forced to fight.
