The floating dreadnought moved across the sky with the majestic, terrifying grace of a displaced mountain. The sheer scale of the magically retrofitted castle was almost impossible to comprehend. Its pristine white spires pierced the cloud line, while the heavy, dark metallic battlements cast a massive shadow over the churning waters of the uncharted eastern ocean below.
Standing on the forward observation deck, Kael crossed his thick, muscular arms and leaned slightly over the reinforced parapet. The seasoned operative of the Mercenary Guild had survived brutal siege wars, subterranean monster hives, and the freezing, inhospitable mountains of the far north. Yet, flying on a levitating stone fortress powered entirely by ancient gods was an entirely new tier of absolute madness.
