Not long after they had all gotten into the ship and grouped themselves, the ship lifted into the air. A magical circle appeared beneath the ship, the lesser wyverns flapped their wings, and soon they shot into the sky.
Inside the ship, they could barely feel it when they literally lifted up, but through the small circular windows, they could see the clouds passing by, so they knew.
Riven was still on the floor, his blade in his hand. He stared at twilight, wishing that he could somehow go back into that place. The lady there had said each star he saw was a seal, and behind that seal was a battle that, if he won, would make him stronger.
And right now, his deepest desire was to get stronger. He slowly fell deep into thought, forgetting that he was here inside the ship until the sound of something hitting the ground reached his ears.
