Northern quickly made his way to the veranda. As he reached it, he could see the vast mass of a dark storm casting a shadow over the river, making it all look like dusk was descending yet again.
He flew off the veranda, launching straight into the sky. The airship was already surrounded by multiple Seraphae—bucklers raised, fierce expressions locked on the vessel.
Anike was there waiting ahead of everyone, her gaze strong and her spear poised to strike.
As she saw Northern flying towards her, relief washed across her face. But she immediately seemed to reproach herself and said to Northern instead:
"Child. You do not need to worry about this. Have a good rest and let us take care of this."
She looked at the massive airship, her gaze dark and taut with tension.
Northern awkwardly chuckled, scratching his cheek.
"Uhm, actually… that's mine."
Anike looked at him with comical disbelief.
"Yours?"
Northern nodded.
