Three days later, the massive Floating Ship returning to the Shadow Moon Tower slowly ascended.
The ship's hull was three hundred meters long, forged entirely from a deep blue alloy. Its surface was engraved with Star Runes, which flowed with a mysterious luster in the sunlight.
The deck was filled with Wizards, most of them in tattered clothes, but their eyes were sharp and their auras formidable.
Those who survived the Demon Hunting were all elites.
Ian stood by the ship's rail, gazing at the shrinking annular mountain range below as the turmoil in his heart gradually subsided.
Just then, Malena walked up to him, her deep blue robes fluttering lightly in the wind.
She wore a smile, looking more vibrant than she had before the battle, when she was more reserved.
"Ian, what are your plans now that we're heading back?"
"First, I'll report back to the High Tower and take care of some personal matters." Ian looked at her. "What about you?"
