The Odyssey descended through the clouds, and the silhouette of Forged Fire Fortress slowly revealed its full form below the low cloud layer.
Allen leaned against the porthole and glanced out.
'Damn.'
The landing pad was packed like a can of sardines. All sorts of vehicles, from single-person flyers to large Floating Ships, crammed into every available inch of space.
A few of the larger Flying Golems, forced to make way for landing craft, hovered high up on the periphery, awaiting guidance.
[Commander, current berth occupancy is at 98%. Compared to the data from your last visit to the fortress, the number of incoming Floating Ships has surged by approximately 307%.]
'This scene looks like it's drawn out every pioneer Wizard in the entire Molten Iron Mountain Range. Last time, I didn't have any money, so it seems I missed out on a huge event.'
'But this time, I'm a rich man, too.'
Allen double-checked his balance:
[Current Available Funds: 26,206,000 Low-Level Magic Stones.]
