The hum of the turbines deepened as the vessel angled upward, breaking from the final layer of Ebonreach's regulated airspace.
Skyglass Heights shrank behind them, the city's towers glittering like frozen stars in vertical procession, each one humming with wealth and purpose.
At the helm, the Beast Master pilot adjusted the haptic controls with a casual grace that spoke of long experience.
Her black-and-white ZENTHRA uniform didn't shift a wrinkle as she guided the Aerial Vessel forward through a corridor of blue-lighted air traffic boundaries.
The Green Mantis perched on her shoulder flicked its spined forearms, eyes scanning the skies ahead with mechanical precision.
Damian sat as Kitsuul jumped on his shoulders while looking at everything with fascination.
"You two are quiet," The Beast Master Pilot said without turning. "Thats good. Most of the new Rift divers babble until the silence finally catches them. You're either the stoic type… or you've already seen too much."
