197. SHOOTING STARS

Tapping his fingers on the chairs arm, Noah's bored eyes swept its gaze around the transparent room he currently sat in, and his eyes quickly fell on the moving scenery around him.

The lower side of his body lay on an extended portion of the chair, allowing for him to partially lie down.

It had been around a day and half since their departures from the dragons claw island, and the darkness of the night remained all around them.

Most of his group-mates were busy asleep, as even they had gotten used to the scenery around them.

'I knew flying would mostly be uneventful, but what the actual fuck,' Noah thought heaving annoyed sighs.

The journey so far had been mostly quiet, since most of the experts in there decided to keep to themselves. Noah had even pissed off his seating partner of sorts, which made the silence even more awkward.