"Then be careful when you summon it."
Theus was also throwing caution to the wind, treating a dead horse like it was still alive. If they truly could not deal with the ever-rising sea level, then muddying the waters was indeed an option. Who knew what variables a new evil god might bring?
"Don't worry. This is my specialty. I'll contact Castel first, and only if there really is no other way will I release the evil god. I won't act recklessly."
Hmm, now that he thought about it, that was true. The people of Moth Chasing Flame were indeed careful when it came to the specific steps of doing something, but the things they decided to do were usually quite insane.
Piles upon piles of ritual supplies filled the passenger cabin to the brim. Chloe's estimate had been quite accurate; they had just barely managed to fit everything in—though some of it was actually hanging from the outside of the airship.
At least it did not affect the flight. Once the engineers had completed their checks, the second airship slowly rose into the sky as well. Chloe's orange-red hair fluttered in the wind, reminding Theus of the evening clouds.
"Theus, wait for my good news!"
The people below waved at the airship until it gradually vanished beyond the horizon.
The last airship carried the Banshees. Their destination was the most dangerous place of all, the Storm Eye. Besides basic supplies, they had also brought armor and weapons.
Generally speaking, no one wore armor at sea. Even pirates wore, at most, a suit of hardened leather armor. No one wore even slightly heavier half-armor—falling into the sea while armored was practically a death sentence.
But the Banshees were different. They were creatures of the sea by nature, and their strength