Chapter 59, 28. The One Who Returned from Death (55)
He Shenyan gathered Magic Power into his eyes and saw from a great distance what that thing was—it was something that absolutely should not have appeared in this medieval fantasy world.
It was an airplane.
He Shenyan could not identify its model, but it was definitely not small. Flames spewed from its wings, and it looked ready to crash, though it was still some distance from the ground. Yet even from that distance, the shadow cast by the plane covered the entire clearing.
He estimated that if the thing struck the ground in full, he could forget about the Kaer Morhen he had restored yesterday.
"All right. Geralt, you'd better take its heart and liver, then come stand beside me."
The Witcher did as he was told without asking why. The thing in the sky was clearly beyond the scope of his knowledge.
He Shenyan dispelled the Magic Power barrier and thrust both hands upward. An invisible force halted the plane in midair. The Mage slowly rose into the sky. Thick smoke billowed everywhere, and he could not see inside the cabin with the naked eye, so he used another little trick to give himself X-ray vision—I know some people want to learn that too.
But that was where the strange part began. The plane was completely empty.
He could see the passengers' suitcases, the food on the meal carts, and the towels and slippers in the cabinets. Even the coffee in the cockpit was still steaming, yet the entire cabin was devoid of people.
"This is really damn bizarre," he muttered. His right hand clenched into a fist, and ice instantly froze the entire plane before gradually dissipating a minute later. Since there was no one inside, he no