Return To Owl

The sky stretched endlessly above, painted in streaks of orange and blue as dusk approached.

A sleek, yellow-rimmed vessel—the Lightning Dragonfly Boat—glided through the clouds, its frame humming softly with arcane energy.

Enchanted with Wind Resistance Runes, the boat cleaved through high-altitude winds with ease. Still, a gentle breeze slipped through its protective wards, brushing lightly across the deck like whispers of the open sky.

Collin sat at the edge of the boat, legs dangling just over the safety rail. His robe fluttered behind him, and his pale blond hair danced in the air. His gaze drifted over the distant horizon—silent, unreadable, almost serene.

Footsteps approached behind him.

Gilgamel stepped up casually, hands tucked behind his back.

"What's wrong?" He tilted his head and asked, "You look like a man who just misplaced a kingdom. Something bothering you?"