The flying ship streaked through the air, leaving a cloud-like trail of Wind Elementium behind it.
Anything on the ground, no matter if it was a human, a beast, or a tree, had become a tiny little black dot. Even the magical swamp, which Leon had spent the past six years in, just looked like a filthy pond covered by a dense fog.
After staying in the magical swamp for so long, Leon felt that the outside world was quite strange.
After the ship ascended to cruising altitude, Leon walked over to the ship's side to have a good look at the land below. Asides from the magical swamp, Leon saw a few human villages and a small city.
There were pale yellow wheat fields everywhere, each decorated here and there with thumb-size windmills. On the road, which stretched on and on like a silver belt, he could also see some ant-sized coaches.
The flying ship was heading South.
