A flying boat glided steadily through the open skies, leaving behind the shimmering borders of the Dragon King Territory. The sunlight reflected off its runic sails, scattering light like waves across the clouds.
At the helm stood Yumina, her hands gripping the controls as the wind ruffled her hair. The airship's faint hum mixed with the sound of the breeze rushing past its hull.
It was a spacious vessel, crafted not for war but for comfort — elegant carvings etched along its sides, faintly glowing arrays engraved into its structure. Inside, the others rested in a large cabin, each preoccupied with their own thoughts.
Yumina exhaled softly, her expression thoughtful as she kept her eyes on the horizon. "You know why people rarely use flying boats for long journeys over the sea?" she asked, half speaking to herself.
Myrtle, standing beside her with her arms folded, tilted her head. "Because of the risk?"
