The airship quickly closed in on the Great Forest, flying overhead of the grey field of Wingrats.
The loud propellers immediately drew the attention of the rat tide, causing them to glance into the skies.
Shortly after, waves after waves of rats to leap into the sky, attempting to attack and destroy the airship that was the source of their irritation.
The Wingrats were great leapers, but the best height amongst their large numbers did not exceed 180fts, causing them to fall short by 120fts from the airship.
Nevertheless, it still made the entire crew apprehensive.
The leaping rat tide moved like the ocean waves, except it was not the salty seawater battering against the sandy shores but a sea of death.
The crew gulped nervously while the airship flew past the endless rat tide. It was not only a terrifying sight to behold, but the rats' incessant squeaks were grating to the ears.