Starfall Year 833, 1st of July. Night in the Naga Mountains on the Far South.
Stars sparkled dazzlingly over the summits of the northwest. Dry airflow from the east swept away every cloud, and the twin moons unleashed a thin veil of silver radiance over the land.
Something gigantic was moving across the sky swiftly yet steadily with a light humming sound. It was releasing waves of mana and throwing down a lightless shadow by the edge of the mountains.
Aerial Battleship Gale had already negotiated past the Naga valleys that connected the western mountains and the far south, heading slowly towards the distant sea in the south.
Standing by the scaffolding at the tip of the bow, a black-haired man was looking out at the land below.
"Not bad," he said softly. "Never thought that I would come here again."
