The airship was already in motion.
The faint morning dew along with soft clouds occasionally passing by, heavily contrasted the events that had just happened in Dheam.
Fritz stood near the rail on the upper deck, hands propped up on the railing easily.
Things were… working.
Amelia moved through the deck with quiet authority, issuing instructions without raising her voice. Crew members responded immediately, relaying status updates without confusion or hesitation.
It was like the rhythm of a well-oiled machine.
Taylor was nearby, coordinating supplies and rotations. When a question came up, she answered it. When it didn't need answering, she let it pass. The crew trusted her. That much was obvious.
Further down the deck, Jay sat cross-legged near an open crate, a small burner flickering at his side. Vials were lined up neatly beside him, some already sealed, others still cooling.
