Accompanied by a faint vibration and a feeling of dizziness, the Flying Airship gradually moved away from the ground.
The snow-capped mountains bathed in sunlight and the wilderness, as well as the steel city that exuded cleanliness and elegance, seemed to sparkle with Holy Light under the noonday sun, providing a feeling of elation and refreshment.
However, the densely packed high-rise factories of the Lower City District, like countless sharp thorns, were embedded in the shadow of this Sky Island.
Even during the "day," their lights still shone.
Colored lights appeared in the high-rise factories inverted at the bottom of the Floating City. From a distance, they looked like clusters of monsters crouching on top of the factories, lurking in the shadows with pairs of soul-stealing eyes. Merely looking at them could instill a strong sense of unease.
But Russell knew that the residents of the Lower City District never cared about day or night.
