If one Reconnaissance Airship had plunged into the sea, they might have put it down to a malfunction. But when every Airship that ventured six or seven miles from the Island began to wobble and fall, something was clearly wrong.
"Enemy attack! Stay alert!"
The workers were ordered to drop their supplies and retreat through the Portal.
The Guards used the Island's terrain to build a Defense Line, anxiously searching for any sign of the enemy.
The Reconnaissance Airships had fallen into the sea, their wreckage spreading across the surface like oval flowers and drifting with the waves. No enemy appeared.
A squad from the Disciplinary Legion soon arrived. After hearing the report, they cast Levitation on themselves and floated toward the crash sites.
Without a boat, it was their only option.
Minutes later, they reached the nearest "flower." After searching it, they found a Goblin trapped beneath the basket and nearly drowned. One of them took the Goblin back while the rest continued farther out.
But as they approached the second "flower," the Mages gliding a few yards above the sea suddenly tilted sideways and fell in with a splash, throwing up spray.
Seeing even the rescuers fall, the official sent to build the Outpost felt his scalp prickle. He reported the situation to Lilith.
Before long, another figure stepped through the Portal.
Blue-haired, young, and arrogant—who else could it be but Annan's older cousin?
He took a few steps forward, then swiftly transformed back into a Dragon. A gale rose as he soared toward the strange stretch of sea that had swallowed both groups.
Everyone on the Island watched tensely as the Blue Dragon approached the crash sites of the Reconnaissance Knights and the Mage squad. He tilted for a moment, then quickly steadied himself. He dived and