The breeze drifted lazily, and the sunlight was gentle.
A pure-white airship soared through the blue sky.
Standing on the deck patterned with natural wood grain, Jiang Yang and his two companions stood beside the railing, looking down over drifting white clouds, mountains, and rivers.
Directly ahead lay the boundless blue sea.
The coastline followed the winding land, stretching into the distance.
Looking along their flight path, Jiang Yang dimly made out a city below, shrouded in the flames of war.
More than half the buildings in this city had been reduced to rubble, and keen-eyed Jiang Yang saw it.
Countless warriors fought for ground and slaughtered one another amid the ruins!
Human warriors wielded spears and greatswords, Dwarf soldiers swung heavy hammers, Elf archers' longbows danced, and mages of various races wore ornate robes.
Facing them were the invading Sea Tribe warriors, towering figures with human bodies, snake tails, and four arms, brandishing weapons.
The two sides were as sharply divided as two distinct roles, forming a vast battle line through the center of the city.
"It looks like Seaside City has been breached, but it hasn't been completely occupied yet. There are still large numbers of warriors fighting selflessly within the city."
Yuna, still dressed in her white Priestess robes, spoke as she looked down at the ruined city.
"There's a patch of high ground in the west of the city. I can see a girl holding a banner and directing the troops. It seems she's the reason their morale hasn't collapsed despite the city's fall."
Filiya followed her gaze and indeed saw a company of knights in bright clothing and armor surrounding a spirited female knight on the high ground, a great royal banner snapping in the wind.
"Oh, I see the Midsummer Dynasty's royal banner. Could