Cold Wind Market.
To the east lay a vast open space.
Vilo stood at the front, with Ian and the others behind her.
"Is that an airship?"
Ian stared blankly at the behemoth in the sky.
It was a colossal vessel more than forty meters long, with a sleek, simple shape and silver patterns etched across its silver-gray hull.
Complex devices sat at its rear and along both sides. Wind elements surged through them like miniature storms.
Ian could hardly imagine that this thing belonged to the same era as Veridian Forest.
Nor could he understand how it simply hovered in the sky.
"Anti-gravity runes are etched onto its surface, and wind-element thrusters propel it. No matter how many times I see one, it still takes my breath away."
Vilo's voice was full of wonder.
Her explanation also answered the apprentices' questions.
Soon, the airship's silver-gray patterns began to dim. Its elemental thrusters slowed to a stop, and the vessel descended.
"The Grey Falcon will stay here for one day. Then you'll take it to Green Corridor Wizard Academy, where someone will meet you."
Vilo turned to address them.
"Understood."
They nodded, anticipation shining in their eyes.
Though they were leaving to seek refuge, this was also a rare chance for them to travel and broaden their horizons.
An Academy, after all!
The airship had opened, and Wizards from the market quickly loaded some of their school's resources aboard.
Ian and the others also saw Wizards emerging for a breath of fresh air.
As he observed them,
Ian noticed that most were Second- or Third-Rank Wizard Apprentices or above. Their clothes and Witchcraft Artifacts were generally more refined, too.
Before long,
Vilo arranged for everyone to board the airship.
A Servant Witch led them into the Residential Area in its