Charles stood horizontally next to the hull, gazing at the corpses and mechanical debris that filled the sky. At this moment, he felt as if he were at the bottom of the sea.
More than twenty airships slowly passed through the debris as if entering a graveyard in the sky.
At the thought of Charles, a transparent tentacle wrapped around a Feierbahah's ankle and gently tugged, dragging him onto the deck.
"Linda, how long has this guy been dead? When did he die?"
He needed to know quickly what the Foundation had encountered. Perhaps the answer lay in one of these bodies.
Ship doctor Linda nodded, attached a light source similar to a mining lamp to her forehead, and buried her head into the chest of the corpse to begin the examination.
Linda soon provided an unexpected response. "Captain, this guy is alive; he's not dead."
"Are you sure?" Charles leaned forward, addressing the corpse-like Feierbahah.
