Michael crossed the encampment quietly, ignoring the flickering torches and crackling tents.
The flying ship loomed at the far end, massive and unmoving.
Michael stepped aboard and climbed to the room he'd claimed as his own.
The hallway was dim, the floorboards creaking under his boots.
When he entered, he didn't bother lighting the lantern.
'Still no sign of the monster…' Michael thought as he clenched his fist.
It had been over a week now.
Nothing.
Michael didn't want to admit it, but his patience was wearing thin.
He wanted that monster dead.
It was the one encounter in this world that had truly shaken him. Not just because of its strength, but because of the feeling it gave him.
However,.he couldn't wait forever.
The competition for the Duke of Evermoon was starting soon.
He had a deal to fulfil.
Time to prepare for that.
But…
Before leaving, Michael figured he should make one last detour.
The ruin.
His first location in this world.
