In some corner of the world—or rather, somewhere high above the sky—a colossal object floated silently.
This Final Weapon, possessing the power to destroy the world, was as quiet as a mountain suspended in midair, wordless as it allowed the raging winds to sweep past.
On the outer rim of the spacecraft, which resembled a Straw Hat—in other words, on the deck that looked like its brim—quite a few people were grumbling and cursing.
They wore white outfits resembling spacesuits, with glass helmets over their heads. Thus, even at an altitude of ten thousand meters, battered by fierce winds, they did not feel particularly cold.
They were the people known as the Celestial Dragons, the renowned World Nobles. If they suffered any harm, a Marine Admiral would immediately be dispatched to punish the offender.
Of course, that was already a thing of the past. The Marines had now betrayed the World Government. Forget protecting the Celestial Dragons—the Marines would probably be even more eager to attack them.
The Celestial Dragons were extremely displeased. After all, Mary Geoise, where they had lived all this time, was simply gone. Their mansions and villas had vanished into smoke.
Although they had escaped with their treasures, they had barely spent any time at the temporary settlement before being forcibly relocated onto this enormous ship and flown into the sky, never to descend again.
The Celestial Dragons had always loved indulgence. Eight hundred years of easy living had nearly stripped them of their ability to endure hardship.
Once they came into the sky, supplies became a problem. Although the Five Elders said the ship would still descend to the sea at regular intervals to replenish its stores, it would likely no longer be so easy for the Celestial Dragons to squander resources as they had