What did "number" mean? Wasn't that kind of designation usually reserved for ships? Could it be...
"Th-that thing was man-made? A creation of humanity?"
"Of course. Look, it's about to dock at the air harbor." The Faithguard Army soldier pointed ahead, and Hunter followed his gesture.
It was some distance away. Hunter had been studying the rails just now and had not looked in that direction.
There was a vast, empty stretch of level ground there, painted with enormous symbols and lined with glowing lights to guide the way.
Many thick cables were tethered to the ground, some of them tied to oval-shaped objects.
Looking carefully, those oval objects seemed to be... flying in the sky!?
Could it be...
Hunter hurriedly looked up. The "Skyveil Behemoth" above him was so enormous that it seemed to stretch beyond sight, yet upon closer inspection, it too appeared to be oval-shaped. Since it was so close, Hunter could make out many details.
For example, the propellers that spun without pause; the fierce eyes and savage teeth were actually painted on; beneath its dark yellow outer skin hung a square cockpit, within which several figures moved about.
Th-this really was...
But wasn't the sky humanity's forbidden domain? Even the Great Sage Bruno of old had been unable to conquer the heavens.
Hunter instinctively began analyzing what kind of machinery could achieve such an effect, what kind of steam engine could drive the rotors and lift itself into the sky.
One idea after another surfaced, only to be rejected in an instant.
The more he thought, the more curious he became. The more curious he became, the more he had to think.
Blood slowly crept into his widened eyes, and his pupils began to tremble.
No, no, no, impossible, absolutely impossible! Hunter covered his ears