The flying airship hovered over the endless sea for five days.
Xia Zhou stood by the window, frowning at the dark clouds ahead.
A sudden downpour started outside.
The black rain, the black clouds, the black sea, it seemed as if in an instant, the world had been inked in black, blocking out the sunlight.
Unruly black clouds rolled outside the light blue barrier of the airship. Thunder rumbled within the clouds, the muffled sounds reaching through the barrier. Purple lightning darted through the clouds, occasionally colliding with the barrier and causing the airship to shake.
The airship wasn't moving forward.
Captain Rimus was maneuvering the airship to ascend further.
The higher they went, the stronger the rain and thunder became. Around three or four in the afternoon, the rain subsided, but the black clouds and thunder still surrounded the airship.
Two hours passed, and the view outside the window abruptly changed.