At the center of the Sky Fortress platform stood the War Tower.
Compared with the youngsters on the square, relaxed and eager to give it a try, the figures here bustled about their duties, chatting animatedly. They were like creators who held the power of life and death, surveying the world from on high.
"Back then, the Holy See would assemble a Night Expedition force every hundred years or so. Countless fanatical followers marched with the Golden Knight Legion across the vast Death Desert, through sand seas teeming with countless ferocious beasts. In the end, fewer than half made it to their destination. In this strange and dangerous foreign land, they waged a brutal war against the Blood-Derived. That was the end of every Pope's journey."
Sicily took a small sip of wine, a trace of mockery at the corner of her mouth.
Her languid pose did nothing to hide her alluring charm, and a few strands of dark hair fell gently beside her brows.
"But now, we've dispatched fewer than three hundred scholars, reclining on comfortable sofas as we decide the fate of the Blood-Derived. That's the power of knowledge, isn't it?"
Inside the control room, crystal balls projected countless screens, while the ceiling and floor seemed to be made of some translucent material. Light shone through from the other side, casting a soft, lemon-like glow that lent the room a distinctly futuristic feel.
This was part of the Sky Fortress's latest upgrade, made possible by Seratos after he absorbed the technology of the Black Silk warship.
"Thanks to Master Seratos's wisdom, we have such comfortable surroundings. Otherwise, we'd be no better off than the Holy See. We'd probably have to cross the Death Desert inch by inch on wheels, like those primitive civilizations. Hahaha!"
Hei'erwen, the [Astrologer], joked,