Dangerous Sky

"Urk—!"

"Guh—ugh!"

"Huurk! Damn, can you be a little slower?"

On top of a massive Sky Leviathan, a large number of apprentices were hunched over, gripping the firm yet subtly pulsing surface beneath them, their faces pale as they struggled against relentless nausea.

Just as they had expected, the top of the Leviathan was really large, with no end in sight—slightly uneven, covered in smooth yet firm bioluminescent flesh.

With just their eyes, even seeing the edge was hard, not to mention that the sheer size made it feel less like they were riding a beast and more like they were standing on a floating island soaring through the skies.

Truly, they had indeed fulfilled their dream of flying through the skies, something even their parents or anyone on the Gravethorne Continent had never been able to do.

Such a monumental experience was truly worthy of a celebration—if not for the dizziness that came with the Leviathan's breakneck speed.