The next day, the sky was incredibly blue, free from even the hint of dust, appearing extraordinarily clear and transparent.
In this endlessly blue sky, a giant airship leisurely flew across, exuding an aura of absolute relaxation and comfort.
Yet, the atmosphere aboard the airship was in stark contrast to this serene image.
Inside the airship, within a modern hall, Magnetic Thunder stood respectfully at his spot, his face now stripped of previous arrogance, replaced with grave reverence, as if he were a child who had committed a mistake.
In front of him was a vast metal chair, occupied by a man dressed in black armor-like garments with a black cloak, sitting upon the enormous seat.
This man's appearance was handsome, his skin a healthy bronze, and his immaculately styled white hair would present him as a perfect gentleman, were it not for the conspicuous attire.
