The ship was safely sailing in the sky, the insignia of a raven flying freely in the wind, with its wings spread on sides like scythes. Serving both as a symbol and a warning.
Suddenly Rio opened his eyes and looked ahead in confusion, his nose wrinkled as it tried to locate the faint traces of a familiar aura.
His eyes shone in silver once more, and his gaze pierced through the clouds and landed on a figure flying on the sword like a banished immortal from some ancient myths.
With the hood covering half of his head, Rio couldn't see his face very clearly.
Suddenly as if the floating men sensed something, he too opened his eyes with a smile on his face. Before raising his left hand and waving it towards Rio.
As if greeting an old friend.
But the moment Rio saw the broken arm, burned flesh, and machined claws like fingers covered in violet runes, waving at him _ his face darkened upon realisation.
