Guarding The Cabin
He had his hands folded across his chest, his gaze sharp. Despite the flying ship traveling at immense speed, there was no tremor to be felt inside. Davis could hear the mild hum of the thrusters, but Clara's cabin remained steady and calm, the formations inside automatically dispersing such sounds.
He relaxed slightly, knowing that she was safe inside.
Time passed.
The ship slowed down for some time before it finally stopped.
Davis didn't go out or release his senses, but he knew they must've already reached the Northern Border Town, which led to the Whispering Wildlands Lower Realm.
Once again, he couldn't help but feel envious of possessing such a ship. It made traversing the Third Layer quite easier and faster. He wished he had one of his own.
'Maybe, I should steal it given the chance…'
Davis wondered.
He didn't think he would succeed, as this ship's core would be bound.