Squeek! Squeek! Squeek!
Above the thick mist, flying creatures with wide wingspans circled the air. They were like Dead World's air force.
In that moment, flying over them, an invisible flying ship—the Great Flying Turtle—flew over them unnoticed.
"Huff…"
Julian touched the ship with his hands, cloaking the entire ship with his invisibility, and it was quite exhausting to do so.
"…They don't see us."
Jock whispered as he looked over the railing at the dangerous flying creatures, and a smile crept on his face.
Renette stood at the bow of the ship, her arms crossed, and her eyes scanned the horizon for any sign of trouble.
It took another hour until the flying ship left the mist's airspace, and it turned peaceful, but that only lasted a while.
Below them, the vast expanse of land stretched in front of them—it was Dead World—covered in a thick forest.
