Chapter 227: The Long Flight Home [2]
The adrenaline crash was worse than the battle itself.
It hit me the moment I stepped out of the cargo hold and into the plush, carpeted corridor of the Celestial Wind's lower deck.
My knees buckled, and I had to lean against the wall, breathing in the scent of lavender and polished mahogany that permeated the airship.
It was a jarring, almost nauseating contrast.
Minutes ago, I had been breathing ozone, demonic sulfur, and the dust of a collapsing city. Now, I was in a floating 5-star hotel, surrounded by silence so deep it felt artificial.
"Safe," I whispered again, testing the word on my tongue.
I checked my inventory one last time. The [Void-Heart Fragment] was secure. The [Fenra's Eye] ring was dormant on my finger. And in the cargo hold behind me, locked in a lead-lined chest disguised as trash, slept the most dangerous weapon in the world.
"Mission accomplished."
