As the hissing of the leaking airbag continued, the entire Airship seemed on the verge of falling apart.
"Get to the top! Fix the air bladder! If anything happens to it, our mission is a failure!"
At the leading female believer's command, five crew members on deck flew up toward the airbag.
Before long, the sound of the leak stopped.
Although the crisis of a crash had been averted, Charles knew it wasn't over. He stood at the ship's rail, gripping the rope that bound the airbag. With most of his body hanging over the side, he scanned the surroundings.
The light pollution here was overwhelming, bathing everything in a blinding whiteness. Charles couldn't see where their mysterious attacker was hiding.
Damn it, what the hell was that thing? Every muscle in Charles' body tensed, preparing for the impending battle.
Suddenly, a black shadow darted overhead again. The next second, the upper half of a Light believer's corpse, gushing blood, slid past Charles and plummeted below.
