It took another week to pass for Belle's airship to finally arrive at the war-zone.
Said war-zone was in the skies above the Aethela sea, for the battle to be have been that close to the continent showed that Ettenheim was clearly at an advantage and that if it carried on like that then they'd eventually make land fall.
Currently Lady Belle stood atop the deck of her airship and looked forward at the chaotic scene in front of her.
Numerous airships had been engaged in fierce battles whilst others had received so much damage that they could no longer stay up in the skies and began to decent into the sea.
'What was that old fool thinking, if all factions are selfishly trying to gain prestige with no higher chain of command then the battles will be disorganized and crude.' Belle thought with furrowed brows as she questioned Issac Lovitz's plan for this war.