Qing watched the firelight on the ground. The legendary vast Istania Desert, in the dark of night, was nothing more than a stretch of darkness. The airship crossed the ridge of clouds, and Idus was just a small area on the edge of the desert behind it.
From this height, the ancient city was just like a coin reflecting the firelight, lying on the heavy earth. Yet the starry sky above had a hint of vastness.
Another beam of golden firelight streaked through the night sky, illuminating his eyes. That was the 'Ice Iron,' releasing airships and alchemical rails, igniting fireworks sparked by magic power in mid-air.
Seventeenth ship.
The entire operation planned to deploy forty airships, not even half-way through yet.
A tall, sturdy man, like an iron tower, came up from below the cabin, looking at the scene outside. He walked up to Qing and said, "Team Three, if it were three years earlier, I'd be as excited as those newbies in Group Seven to participate in such an operation."
