The skies rumbled with thunder out of the blue.
Vulcan and his group looked up. They could see that the thick dark clouds were dissipating swiftly, as if assuming their own initiative in welcoming something alive.
In the distance, a burning meteor dragging along a red tail of light streaked towards the sky at the same time. The fiery tail of the falling star was as bright as the sun, and there wasn't just one—the light from the ceaseless shower of meteors lit the dark clouds in a dim gold.
Lightning danced across the sky, celestial bodies were falling, and a gigantic pillar of tornado twirled nearby—albeit barely visible.
"The golems are landing near us. I have to hurry…"
After a brief silence, Vulcan told the guards behind him grimly, "Stay here and watch the airship. Quickly leave if anything happens—there won't be any escape if the tornado gets too near."
