The gray snow in the sky had stopped, and the snow on the ground had also disappeared, but the surroundings were still hazy, like a purple fog, reducing visibility considerably.
Charles looked up at the murky purple sky, never having thought that he would see the day when he would surface again.
"So this is what Earth's surface looks like. Captain, did you really live in a place like this before? It seems even worse than below," said the Merfolk, squatting on the ground and holding a cigarette in his mouth.
"This place is not my world, at least not now," Charles replied, arms crossed, patiently waiting for the huge airship to dock at the Giant Pit Fortress.
Deep flicked his cigarette butt to the ground with a slight tap, "Captain, I think using airships for exploration would be much quicker."
