Beneath the crimson sky, the Odyssey cruised smoothly at an altitude of ten thousand meters.
Five Storm Falcons flew in a pentagonal escort formation around it, the AT Field Generators under their wings emitting a faint glow.
This Floating Ship required no pilot. It had no steering wheel or instrument panel, only a single display screen. The Control Core autonomously handled its flight attitude and heading.
Allen had specifically set up a lounge area in the front of the Floating Ship. He had used materials transformed by the [Magic-Free Matter Recomposition Formula] to create custom plush seating and decorations, and had even handcrafted several tea sets. The comfort level was comparable to a luxury car from his past life.
Allen sat leisurely in the commander's seat, sipping a cup of expensive Icedew Juice—supposedly a specialty of the elves—and watched the crimson earth and volcanoes rapidly recede outside the portholes on either side.
