In the distance, obscured from each other by the clouds, an airship hovered, cutting through the cover like a predatory beast stalking its prey.
It was darker in appearance, with jagged edges along its hull, unlike the smooth, polished surface of the soul vessel.
The sails were tattered but not from wear—rather, they seemed intentionally designed to whip the air like wings of some nightmarish creature.
It had an angular shape, almost birdlike, though warped and twisted, as though the materials had been forcibly bent into a malevolent formation.
Its hull bore scars of past battles, dents and gashes where the metal looked like it had been patched over hastily.
Black symbols were etched into the sides, intricate designs resembling ancient runes. Unlike the vessel, they seemed to be dead, broken, and lost to the weariness of the dark vessel.