Alira's silver ship finally arrived and descended through the violent clouds of Garion's planet.
Outside the window, as usual, various kinds of extreme weather were raging across the planet.
Dahlia stood near the window with both hands on her hips, grinning proudly. "Home sweet death trap."
Alira glanced at her. "That is not a comforting description."
Garion stood behind them with his arms crossed, looking very satisfied. "But it's accurate."
Alira sighed.
The ship slowly passed through the storm layer and landed near the temporary God Gym base.
The ground shook slightly as the ship touched down, while nearby beasts immediately fled from the pressure of the vessel.
The hatch opened.
Garion stepped down first, stretching both arms as if he had returned from a relaxing vacation instead of a tournament that had shaken multiple factions. "Ahh. Fresh air."
Alira followed behind him and looked at the poisonous storm clouds in the distance. "Fresh?"
Garion nodded. "Fresh enough."
