Three days later, in the afternoon.
A large ship bearing the flag of the Bloodfiend Den appeared on the horizon, sailing slowly through the clouds. Several red-eyed skulls hung from the vessel, which, combined with the black-and-red flag, made it instantly recognizable as a ship belonging to the Demonic Sects. Most people didn't dare to get close.
Not far away, a flock of avian Spirit Beasts flew across the sky, crying out as they passed.
On the bow of the ship.
Aaron Sinclair sat on the railing, one foot propped on top. Beside him was a sea of clouds that stretched to the horizon. Peering down through a break in the clouds, he could see a stunning landscape of mountains spread out below.
"Nice view," he murmured, pulling out his phone to snap a picture of the scenery. Meanwhile, on the other side of the bow, Javier Sinclair and Celeste Grant stood at the railing, gazing down at the Cultivation World.
