The azure tail flame of the Odyssey's engines tore through the scorched-yellow clouds of volcanic ash as it landed smoothly in the private landing zone outside the Forged Fire Fortress.
The hatch opened, and a fierce wind, thick with the acrid smell of sulfur, blasted him in the face.
Allen descended the Odyssey's ramp. His boots made a dull thud on the landing pad paved with Black Patterned Magic Steel.
His pace was steady and unhurried, his back ramrod straight. His Mechanical Mind kept his heart rate clamped at a firm fifty beats per minute, but only he knew how fervently the heart in his chest was pounding.
'His very own private space was finally about to become a reality. It felt just like going to pick up a new game console—pure joy and excitement!'
「The top floor of the Forged Fire Fortress.」
