บท 522: Released

An eerie silence fell upon the prairie as Jean manifested a mysterious black staff that was surrounded by dark essence.

The moonlight seemed to dim, as if nature itself held its breath, anticipating the impending chaos.

Suddenly, the stillness was shattered by the deafening roar of engines as the thirty Combat Airships sprang into action.

'So they don't even plan to communicate with us, huh…' Jean took a heavy breath as he used his telepathy to give some instructions to his men.

With calculated precision, the fleet closed in on the lone airship, their cannons primed and ready.

Clank… Clank… Clank…

Soon, a symphony of war echoed through the night as the sky was filled with the blinding flashes of gunfire and the thunderous booms of explosions.

Boom!

The Vermont Academy's Airship, once a symbol of safe passage, was now thrust into a maelstrom of destruction.