Following Cook's finger, he looked over, and saw a giant shadow slowly emerging from the cloud layers in the west.
The sunlight was blocked behind the shadow, forming a vague dark area on the ground and walls, even the light on the river had dimmed.
"A dark cloud?" Kolinks stiffened, saying instinctively, but he immediately realized he was wrong.
How could there be such a dark cloud, with such neat edges to the shadow, it was not like a rain cloud or irregular dark clouds, nor a flock of geese.
Could it be the legendary sky beast? Or a giant dragon, but that was from the mythological era, how could it happen now?
The gods of Norn haven't manifested for so many years, why choose this moment to show themselves?
"No, no." The sharp-eyed baker suddenly shouted, "That's a ship? That's a ship! Damn it, how could it be a ship?"
"How can a ship be in the sky?" The blacksmith ran to the window, gripping the stone windowsill, his eyes growing wider.
