Centuries had passed since the Central Plane was this crowded.
Birds scattered from the trees outside the tall wall, startled by the incoming nose.
Above, the clouds moved in all directions. Sky ships filled the sky, crowding the air like a fleet heading to war.
One passed low over the building—its wooden hull shaped like a long boat, but with glowing sails that caught no wind.
Symbols burned faintly on its sides, dancing as the ship moved. On the deck stood countless spirit users, all wearing serious expressions. Even with an army behind them, the news they heard drained all sense of confidence.
swooosh!
Another ship glided past, shaped like a massive bird with wide wings and a long, curved neck. Its long beak opened once, letting out a soundless cry before climbing higher.
It came from another sect, known for its advanced technology and crafting—the same skills that helped them build the most secure city in the world.
