The leviathan crossed into open sky an hour after departure. The academy vanished into the thick cloud cover. After that, there was only the ocean.
Vane retreated to the upper deck before the cloud line even fully closed. The cargo hold below smelled strongly of aged cedar, pungent fuel, and the suffocating staleness of trapped air. The upper deck was wide open. The morning wind was freezing, clean, and sharp. Vane had not slept a single minute in the carriage. He had been awake since before Ryuken Razar walked into Villa 1 and shattered his summer, and he had absolutely no intention of trying to sleep now.
He ran his forms.
