The enormous arcane skyship descended slowly, forcing the fighters gathered below to hurry out of its way. Every one of them stared up at the vessel with open envy.
There wasn't a race on the Eldoria Continent that didn't dream of owning an arcane skyship.
With one of those, they could cross the vast continent at will. As long as they had enough crystal cores, they could go anywhere—and fast.
Unfortunately, humanity had left behind very few arcane skyships.
After the humans were wiped out, the top races divided the remaining vessels among themselves. Lesser races never stood a chance of getting one.
Many races had tried building their own, but none of their copies could fly.
The ritual circles inside an arcane skyship were unbelievably complex. They had copied every line and symbol exactly, yet nothing happened.
