Northern stood on the cabin of the airship, his hands behind his back and eyes fixated on the flowing clouds.
It was not a coincidence that he was on the same ship he had boarded two years ago to the academy.
He could recognize the same crew from that time. Some parts of the ship seemed to have been changed; the metallic bow in front was slowly losing its luster.
A few other changes had been made. The wood on the right side had been changed, which insinuated that the ship probably got in a crash that gave it a costly injury.
Northern did not care about all of that. He decided to ride this ship to deliberately remind himself of the pain that he had to go through in the dark continent.
A pain that all began with this ship landing in the academy. He didn't even get to spend the first night; he didn't get to take a tour around and see how things were in the academy.