At the same time, above the natural barrier on Turanze's southern border—known to the Turan People as the Tusks Mountain Range and to the people of Dragon City as the Monster Mountain Range.
Although the mist that had cut off Dragon City had dispersed.
Great masses of Black Cloud still shrouded the skies above the Monster Mountain Range, wrapped in lightning dozens of kilometers long as thunder continuously boomed within them.
The thundercloud storms resembled enormous prehistoric birds, each opening wings that blanketed the sky and earth and unleashing cries that made every living creature turn pale at the sound.
As though they were the sole masters of this forbidden land of death.
Yet when that fleet of several dozen Armored Airships came sweeping out from the depths of the Monster Mountain Range, binding lightning, suppressing thunder, and tearing the Black Cloud to shreds along the way.
The roar of their Crystal Engines drowned out the cries of the prehistoric birds.
The mountain-toppling waves of Spiritual Energy ripples stirred up by their high-speed propellers also scattered the thundercloud storms into disarray.
Even the endless, cloud-piercing, indestructible peaks of the Monster Mountain Range beneath the storms trembled before steel's will, as though they might collapse at any moment.
In truth, these Armored Airships should have been called an "air formation."
But their solemn and imposing appearance, the force with which they cleaved through the waves, and their unstoppable momentum as they burst forth from their homeland all brought to mind the colossal warships that ruled the seas during the Earth Era, and the ocean-going fleets that explored the New World.
Before long, the fleet had left the shattered thundercloud storms far behind.
Amid a burst of piercing mechanical noises, every Crystal Engine dramatically changed its propulsion angle.
The enormous propellers, as