Bab 522: To Arcadia

It was hard to believe that in a place like this, there would be an airport for airships.

If he hadn't already been told and couldn't hear the faint hum of energy and the rhythmic creaking of wooden platforms in the distance, Northern wouldn't have believed it.

Even with all the anticipation, Northern's jaw still dropped as they approached the airport. He paused for a moment, taking in the sight before him.

It wasn't the sprawling metallic monstrosity he had known.

No, here, the airport felt like it had grown from the city itself, much like the rest of Elmuish.

Towering, twisted wooden pillars rose from the earth, their surfaces polished and intricately carved, stretching high into the sky.

They resembled ancient trees, their tops spreading out into wide platforms where the airships docked.

The docks themselves were suspended in the air by what seemed to be sheer will and the subtle shimmer of soul essence.