Dusk on the second day of the journey.
Outside the cabin window were the dark waters of the Endless Sea and lead-gray clouds.
The airship passed through the edge of the Storm Corridor, its hull occasionally trembling slightly. Inside the metal cabin walls, Protective Runes flowed with a faint blue glow.
Ian sat cross-legged on the soft couch, his eyes slightly closed.
In his Sea of Spirit, a pale golden Crystal Core spun slowly, absorbing the thin yet pure Magic Power from the air.
On his shoulder, Gaga had its head tucked under its wing, letting out soft, even snores.
Suddenly,
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
Three distinct knocks on the door, neither too light nor too heavy, carried a deliberate rhythm.
Ian frowned and opened his eyes.
A glint of gold flashed in the depths of his pupils before vanishing.
'I don't know anyone on this ship.'
His Spiritual Power extended like invisible Tentacles, silently probing beyond the door.
A strange aura.
