Although the desert storm created enough disturbance to make the flying metal ark difficult for the Scourge to detect, the Floating Tortoise still had to maintain an altitude of at least three hundred meters above the sands to ensure complete concealment.
However, that altitude had now become a serious disadvantage.
The higher they were, the more exposed they became to the violent winds surrounding the enormous tornado.
"We need to lower our altitude!" one of the dwarf masters shouted over the howling wind.
Lord Bragnir immediately shook his head.
"No... We can't."
He turned toward Emery, his expression grim.
"The Ironstar Pillars won't hold if we keep taking this kind of pressure."
Emery's expression tightened as he looked toward the approaching vortex. He could already see the formation lines across the pillars flickering dangerously, while the enormous tornado continued to churn through the desert ahead of them.
There was no time to hesitate.
