They continued walking behind the masked man, and this time nothing worth mentioning happened.
Just a long walk, and quick strikes dropping the creatures that appeared in The path with almost no effort from the masked one.
Not much talking was exchanged, only continuous steps, with the sound of branches being crushed under There feets and tired breaths drifting in the air.
Ten full hours of nonstop walking passed. No stopping and no rest, only steady progress. But this time, some exhaustion was visible on the masked man, unlike before.
And after a journey that felt longer than an entire lifetime, the masked man finally pushed aside the tree leaves and revealed a wide field of grass.
There, in the middle of that green clearing, stood a massive steam airship so large it looked like a mountain made of metal.
