James and his team moved quickly through the dense undergrowth, leading Leon toward the clearing where their vessel waited. When the trees parted, Leon slowed to a stop, his eyes narrowing at the strange craft resting on the mossy ground.
It was shaped like a boat, with a wide deck for passengers and a carved helm at the back where runes faintly glimmered. But unlike any boat he had seen, it bore no sails, no oars, it was fitted with a core of light, like a caged star, humming faintly beneath its hull.
Leon blinked. The words slipped out of his mouth before he could catch them.
"What is this?"
The reaction was immediate.
James turned sharply, his brows arching, and the others exchanged glances. The look they gave him was the kind one gave a man who had just asked what fire was. It was strange, unbelievable and Illiterate.
James's tone carried that same edge of disbelief.
"You don't know about a flying vessel?"
