Dense layers of pitch-black clouds drifted across the night sky while loud, ear-deafening thunder boomed from within, shaking the ship that was sailing among the clouds. It wasn't a magic warship built with a strong, steel hull from the Munn Kingdom. Instead, it was just an old, ordinary ship with a towering mast penetrating the clouds and white sails swelling to the winds. On both sides of the hull, several enormous, pitch-black Night Wyverns expanded their wings and dragged the ship forward by the chains.
Rolling thunder and pitch-black clouds only represented one thing.
"I feel uncomfortable every time I witness this view. Compared to the thunderous clouds, I much prefer peaceful nights and the round moon."
