Staggering forward one step at a time, Freya finally saw the smoke and dust part before her. She coughed and raised her head, squinting until she could make out the wreckage of the airship standing in the distance.
That was the Vito Mí, Count Odin's flagship.
Many Crystal Cluster corpses lay scattered around the wreckage. Freya picked up a broken spear, using it to support herself as well as for protection, then slowly walked in that direction.
She had only taken a few steps when her foot kicked something. Freya looked down and saw a White Lion Medal. She silently stopped, bent over, and picked it up.
When she raised her head, she saw Count Odin's broken sword lying farther away in the dust. The count's sash still hung from its hilt. Freya quietly glanced at the sword, stepped over it, and continued forward. The air was thick with the smell of burning. The closer she drew to the wreckage, the more scattered debris she found on the ground.
Some of it was equipment from the airship, while some was personal property. Freya also saw mutilated bodies that made her nauseous, along with charred airship frames that were still burning.
Then she saw the most intact corpse along the entire route—a boatswain. His face still held an expression of disbelief, and his palm, covered in dirty blood, seemed to be tightly clutching something. Freya lowered her head and crouched down, gently prying open his already cold, stiff fingers to retrieve it.
At that moment, however, a weak voice stopped her. "Don't move..."
Freya was startled. She turned around and saw a blood-covered Hazel person lying beneath several twisted steel plates not far away. A bent steel bar had pierced his lung. He kept coughing, and the light in his eyes