Spaceships And Magic, What Could Possibly Go Wrong?
When I died I didn't expect to wake up with dark beings of immeasurable power looming over me. I didn't expect to be given new life in a brand new world. Now, armed with a powerful system that makes me stronger after every fight, I might be the last thing standing between the multiverse and absolute annihilation. As I complete quests, defeat foes and become stronger, I still don't know if I'll be able to save this world, my old world and all the worlds in between. "And below... the MAW beckoned..." Come check out the discord to speak to the author and other readers: https://discord.gg/BEJgcRVVev
The Cockpit
I followed Yr'Arl up through the interior of the so-called Sloop-Of-War.
What I hadn't expected was for the ship to already be inhabited by both ground troops and a full complement of ship hands already.
As I floated through the confines of the ship I was acutely aware of all the looks I was getting. Some were filled with awe, others were filled with fear.
Some of them likely saw me as a hero, the one who helped their friends and family escape from the war torn landscape of Prespian City.
Others, those who had no doubt heard the scuttlebutt about my current situation, no doubt felt fear toward the being who could crack the interior of a ship merely by walking around inside of it.
I'd be terrified of a creature like that, something so unstable.
I kept myself from sighing out loud. I didn't want to worry the men anymore than they were already worried.