Lynn had packed up his gear and, along with his cousins, boarded the ship, as Agleya appeared in midair, softly chanting a blessing.
A statue of a maiden in a sky-long dress stood at the bow, her hands holding an exquisite sphere.
Although Agleya controlled few Wind Element Laws, sufficient only to slightly alter the ship's speed, for Lynn, defense was more essential.
Clouds that formed around the magic ship enveloped the feet of the maiden statue, gathered in the cloak of her dress like clouds.
At least, these layers of cloud water ensured the ship couldn't be shattered in midair.
Hill watched as the magic ship sailed away, his hands clenched tightly, softly wishing for Lynn's safe return.
He couldn't say anything else; the fate of Mis Zhunuo had long been sealed—they could only hope to save the survivors.
