Chapter 233: The Iron-Horse
The rhythmic thrum-thrum, thrum-thrum of the magi-tech engine was a constant vibration beneath my boots, a stark contrast to the silent, gliding elegance of the Celestial Wind airship we had taken to Sky Island.
If the airship was a floating palace designed for luxury, the Iron-Horse was a fortress on wheels designed for war.
The interior of the carriage was clad in riveted steel and dark mahogany.
The windows were reinforced with mana-hardened glass, thick enough to stop a ballista bolt. Outside, the world was blurring past in streaks of grey and white.
I sat near the back of the carriage, leaning my head against the cool glass.
The lush green plains of the central continent were long gone.
In their place rose the jagged, unforgiving peaks of the Northern Mountain Range—the natural barrier that separated the human kingdoms from the Dravunmir Dwarf Kingdom.
