The Odyssey descended through the clouds, and the full outline of the Forged Fire Fortress slowly revealed itself from beneath the low-lying clouds. Allen leaned against the porthole and glanced out.
Good lord.
The landing pad was packed like sardines, densely crowded with various vehicles. From single-person Flying Shuttles to large Floating Ships, every usable inch of ground was completely stuffed. To free up landing space, several larger Flying Golems were forced to hover high in the outer airspace, waiting for guidance.
[Commander, the current berth occupancy rate is 98%. Compared to the data from your last visit to the fortress during the same period, the number of incoming Floating Ships has surged by approximately 307%.]
This grand spectacle had drawn out all the pioneering Wizards in the entire Molten Iron Mountain Range. Last time, he didn't have any money in his pockets; it seemed he had missed out on a huge event. But this time, he was a wealthy man, too.
