The airship plunged into the white fog that filled the sky.
The towering wall of Flesh that had been visible only a moment ago was now swallowed clean by the thick gray-white mist.
Nothing could be seen outside the porthole. There was only fog, constantly torn apart by the airflow and then closing again, letting out wave after wave of muffled sobs.
Lu Yuan drew his gaze back from the window and only then had the leisure to examine the airship's interior.
He had boarded in a hurry earlier and had only noticed the machinery and gears everywhere, with no chance to look closely.
Now, as he carefully swept his gaze around, he realized the entire airship's structure was far more intricate than he had imagined.
The main deck was paved with metal grating. Beneath the mesh lay layer after layer of tightly interlocking gears, made from some unknown metal. The larger ones were half a man tall in diameter, while the smaller ones were embedded in the gaps, spinning along with them.
Threads of steam rose from the gaps between the gears, then followed the coiling pipes along the walls on both sides and vented outward, dragging faint white trails along either flank.
The pipe walls were inlaid with inscriptions and metal valves. Pipes of varying thicknesses twisted together, extending all the way into places beyond sight.
The soles of his feet felt slightly hot. The entire airship trembled without pause.
The control room ahead was glass on three sides, giving an unobstructed view forward, left, and right. At the moment, all of it was smeared over with gray-white fog.
Several Pathfinders each held their stations, their hands constantly turning the metal valves on the pipes as they earnestly piloted the airship forward.
Green was now walking back and