The Grand Priest truly risked his life to protect the Prince. The broken pipe almost pierced through his waist and abdomen. Luckily, the Sanghai people are resilient; otherwise, such an injury could have been fatal.
The old General, leaning on his command sword, returned to the bridge. It was already deserted, as everyone was in the engineering room attempting to manually restart the auxiliary engines. General Bopal didn't need to guess to know just how hard his warriors must be working; he sighed and sat in his captain's chair.
Through the cracked observation window in front of him, he could see the fluctuating terrain of the Dark Mountain Range, appearing somewhat tranquil under the night sky.
Who would have thought that this desolate place would be fortunate enough to witness the legendary first crash of the Sunship?
For the superstitious, this might seem like an ominous sign.
But I am the captain!
