Galahad stared up blankly, utterly motionless.
After an unknown amount of time, sunlight fell across his face again.
Only then did his eyes shift stiffly, his sluggish neck slowly turning.
The airship known as the Skyveil Behemoth had moved away from directly above him.
Whether it had been the sky falling or a cloud-dwelling monster that devoured men, it had all been nothing more than his imagination. The airship in the sky had merely passed through the clouds overhead.
It had never cared about the ants on the ground, yet merely seeing its incomparably enormous form had nearly driven Galahad out of control and into madness.
What kind of existence was that? For a moment, Galahad had thought he had beheld an evil god, but an evil god...
Galahad recalled the instant when the sky had collapsed. Could an evil god truly be this terrifying?
A huge gap had opened in the once-thick clouds, and sunlight streamed through it, falling upon Galahad's face.
He rose to his feet in a daze, only then realizing that he had somehow collapsed into a seated position on the ground.
Thankfully, nothing even more humiliating had happened. He awkwardly stood up and dusted himself off.
By then, the enormous airship in the sky had moved a little farther away, allowing Galahad to see its full form.
It was a massive oval-shaped construct, somewhat like an elongated egg. Its tail had four ring-shaped fins, while several propellers lined either side.
A gondola hung beneath it. Compared to the entire airship, the gondola was practically negligible in size, housing its personnel and weapons.
The front of the airship bore a paint scheme of a pair of vicious eyes and ferocious sharp teeth.
The entire airship resembled a man-eating shark, and anyone who saw it for the