"Ade, the horizon seems to be ablaze."
"Yes, I see it."
Fang Hong gently shields his face, using his hand to cover his dry, tangled hair, and blinks lightly. The dark depths of his eyes reflect the golden-red flames shooting towards the sky, with rolling black clouds resembling a massive column of smoke spreading in all directions.
The thick clouds above hang low, skimming over the airship, as if one could reach out and touch them.
Luo Hao's hand, resting on the ship's rail, sways along with the deck below, squeaking as if covered in ash, though it's just sand. This chubby man grasps the air and only catches sparks floating in the wind, leaving tiny embers in his palm that swiftly disappear with the breeze.
Luo Hao looks up at the golden-red light in the sky and asks, "What is that?"
Fang Hong gently shakes his head.
In this direction, only the dark red glow between the clouds is visible, likely a reflection of flames from the ground. Both don't pay much attention to it.
