The way back to the ground from the sky island. The bridge of the Quasar was much quieter than it had been during takeoff. Doloren leaned against the railing, gazing at the receding Eternal Cloud and murmured.
"Farewell... sky."
It was not her usual playful voice, but a tone tinged with wistfulness. Giuseppe stared at the same spot and said.
"It feels like I've had a very, very long dream."
It was only natural. I had kept everyone under an illusion spell for quite a long time on the sky island. The principle was the same as Telepathy.
I had just transmitted all five senses instead of just sound.
"No, Junior. That's not what I mean..."
"Yes?"
"... Never mind."
It wasn't just the two of them. Everyone on board was staring blankly at the island beyond the Eternal Cloud. Balkan was no different.
He was looking at the sky island, fiddling with the 'imitation key-sword' around his neck. He was probably thinking of his parents. The dwarven spirits were no longer visible.
This was because dwarven souls could only materialize on the sky island where the floating stones were. Through the imitation key-sword, one could only feel a faint sense of their willpower. Come to think of it, the floating stone was truly a strange material.