A warm purple on top of dark green finally traced the horizon, and soon, dusk would make its departure.

Flying in the Helix Wing, Vasen Lak Orazen turned around and looked at the eastern sky. It was already filled with stars.

‘Oh, Night Sky, apostle, and priests and guardians of our continent, please bless us. We are heading toward the promised hardship, as you desired.’

Vasen and the expedition team that was tasked with a special mission soared through the air, listening to the hum of the wind.

Then, a low but massive echo pushed through the atmosphere and revealed itself.

Thud…!

It was the Moving Castle. Its twenty-three legs that were positioned without any apparent pattern or rules were made of metal and attached to the foundation supporting the castle. On top of the big and solid rock foundation existed a rampart that was cut and stacked, and the interior of the rampart was illuminated by torches and braziers. The gray structures were covered in moss and weeds, but their dominance was firm.

Vasen thought that if it weren’t for the Helix Wings, they would have had to prepare for a head-on battle with the Moving Castle itself, or assemble an even more extreme elite group.

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