Allen stood by the porthole, looking down at the desolate earth rushing past below.
Twisted, withered trees reached for the sky like struggling arms. The ground was riddled with fissures of varying depths, and occasionally, one could see the rusted metal remains of ruins.
This was the western side of the Third Ring Belt, a silent wasteland. Deep within this wasteland lay the Ancient Golem Factory.
After finishing all his preparations at the academy, Allen hadn't delayed. He set out first thing in the morning and was about to arrive.
"Dear passenger, we will soon be arriving at the temporary docking point. Please prepare yourself."
The Alchemy Airship's cabin door opened, and a strange wind, tinged with the smell of rusted metal, immediately gusted in.
Allen was the last passenger. He pulled up his face mask, walked down the ramp, and six basic-model Spider Slayers followed behind him.
