After Leon's tale, the vessel grew quiet, its hum the only sound as it cut through the forest toward Shantel. Leon leaned against the railing, eyes widening as the ground blurred beneath them.
'This speed…' he thought, astonished. 'Even if I burned ten thousand attack points at once, it wouldn't be enough to keep up.'
Ten thousand points was nothing to him now, he could earn more than that in a single day of grinding, but he wasn't foolish enough to waste it on a whim, not just to test himself against the winds. The vessel had one flaw: it took a moment to gather its momentum. But once it surged into full stride, it became a beast, a predator of speed that nothing short of magic could outrun.
At that speed, it didn't take long before the silhouette of Shantel appeared on the horizon. As the vessel slowed, descending to a calmer pace near the gates, James stood and said, "We are here."
