"Maybe we are the first three who have set foot in the Arctic!"
"Maybe not. But probably the first three who have set foot in the Arctic in recorded history!"
"So, we three made history again?"
Frank, Alva, and Wilbert stood on the sky fortress. The white alchemy sky fortress floated in the air, protected by the shield around it. The trio stood on the deck and leaned on the railing, chatting in high spirits.
After the Magic Crystal War, the last words of the Pope of the Church of the Dark Night had been an unpleasant warning to them. They knew that the last step to becoming true gods would not be easy.
They remembered the words of the mystery man that had appeared in front of them. The words of the unpredictable, mythical man had turned out to be true after all.
"The Arctic! A divine artifact left by the creator and hidden at the end of the world. It is for the God of Civilization!"