"Atleast advice the King of Avory about the incoming danger" Arkantos said,before climbing down the stairs to his room.
Tiring day: it wasn't over yet Arkantos knew it,so it was wise to waste the few moments of tranquillity before dropping on the battlefields and drain blood.
He lied down on his bed,the metal pieces not far from him: See,it is going to be a matter of minutes till another mission call.
His breath was slowing down: first time the day,first time lying on the bed of the Hulking Airship.Yes,the airship how does it fly?
Arkantos's mind is a flurry of ideas: what they were going to face,his role in the team and the components of it: A dragon....a legend that comes true? Or is it way more the opposite?
He was relaxing: his muscles were like granite after all the moving and the dragon coming down.
He smirked: it isn't a job for mortals,stopping the children of a god on a rampage to gain the lands.This is why they are here: invoke the gods for help.
Where were they going to start? From the frozen winds,Sylph? Arkantos had a bare ideas,thought he loves stories way more than others.
He stood up after somewhat ten minutes: he guessed out that the day was too moved to sleep: too dangerous also.
He walked around the room and washed his face and then dressed up to go seeing the metal world (Alias the Airship for those who haven't got a poetic interpreter).
He walked slowly in the decorated corridors of the Airship: if such buildings could fly thanks to some Energy,humanity would have no limits.
Thinking and walking in the desolated streets (corridor) of the Airship.
The sound of the engine was accompanying him around: he was still cooling down from the recent battle,the horror of Amanda being pulverized by an ancient being.
After somewhat a quarter of hour,he returned on himself and looked around: he cursed the Airship for being way too big.
He walked back to the rooms,thought standing outside,like waiting for someone or something.
Drakthorn entered in the throne room and was thinking alongside with Sylverana a way to down Gen: the infiltration failed,till that Sylverana thought two things: either she personally cover the issues or Crush down Pruwas.
Both eliminated the idea: there wouldn't be nothing to reign,so Sylverana was preparing to land on Pruwas and somehow enter in Gen's Laboratories.She doesn't remember since they saw each others,at least she doesn't: if he doesn't the cover is going to be easier.After uncovering the secrets of Gen,Sylverana was going to utilize them somehow.
Few rumors runned in the chamber: the ghosts populating it were whispering about the Ancient Bahamut unsealed;the dragon of eternal wrath was unleashed on Daughtris and was rampaging over the Clearwoods.
Sylverana had a brilliant illumination: Demotia was after all shut down by unknown causes,moving to Clearwood,would make the things more exciting.
But,first the job and then the games.Sylverana moved over the runes.
"Move Avalon to Clearwood,meanwhile: around....tea time I expect this fortress over Pruwas and at Dusk at Clearwood" Sylverana said,dressed in a magnificent black dress,with many black roses on it and a way bigger hat over her head.
Her face was hidden under a beautiful black veil,representing floral motives.
Sylverana smiled,as her body turned in winds.Drakthorn knelt after her order and entered in the fortress,commanding the spirits inside it to move: they were going to be a lot above Pruwas,to maintain safe there presence.
Sylverana appeared not far from the tower and she entered in the building made out of stone blocks.
"Excuse me,Lord Gen is available? Am Madame Luxian,owner of a metal-working industry around Lightwake: I'd like to talk about business about obviously magnificent....ehrrr....trinkets...and....workers?" Sylverana said,keeping a fake smile: she never knew something about Science: she hated science way more than ignorance.And Gen was the reincarnation of science.