Sensing the radiation of a powerful eruption, Mizu twisted around in her seat to look out of a window behind her.
Daffodon and the island it was perched on was but a mere dot now; a shadowy black dot, in fact. Could this be the ash-stricken remainder of Din's wrath?
"Scoper," Mizu called to one of the soldiers seated on the airship, polishing his Flashsword. "Is there a way you could check out Daffodon from here? Like, with a telescope, or something?" She was curious, and wanted to see this marvel for herself.
"Yes. For what would you like to use it?" Scoper grumbled, darting his eyes at Mizu.
"Just let me use it," Mizu ordered, and without further instructions, she stood from her seat and moved to the shiny black telescope that was positioned in front of the large back-window that revealed the black dot of Daffodon. Putting one of her icy blue eyes up to the tube of the telescope, Mizu observed the magnified view of the town.
Holy Skyrazor! It's just as I thought... Mizu gasped in awe, almost letting her mouth hang open with utter astonishment. But maybe it's like we were hoping. That Sacred Skyrune could be still there. We'll definitely have to check it out later.
The Tsunami airship, now satisfied with its level of altitude, set itself on a linear path. Mizu didn't know exactly where the ship was headed. She was, however, confident that she would get her chance to fully explore the Spring Nation soon.
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Nimbus stood before the great heap of ash and ruins that the fiery man had left behind in his wrath. At Nimbus' feet was a perished mountain of incinerated lives and souls. What rested at the boy's feet was not only a burned shadow of inferno that engulfed the town. It was the destroyed corpse of a small passion in his heart; a passion that until now had buried itself behind thick boundaries of hate and resentment.
It was his home, heart, and past. Nimbus examined the entire ruin as if through a window of revelation; it was like the fiery man himself had wrenched out Nimbus' breath with his own fiery hands. The boy could not speak, could not think, could not feel. In the brief moment in which Nimbus' eyes took in the sight of the destroyed town, he was a mere statue, mortified alive by his own sense of sight, as well as his sudden chaotic impulse of emotion.
His head slowly turned left to right as he observed the tragic scene. Who was to blame for this? Who was responsible for the destruction of his home, his culture, his memories, and more importantly, his soul?
The same memories from earlier seemed to flood into Nimbus' mind. He remembered Vesta. He remembered her putting him to sleep on a cold, eerie night. He remembered the lullaby she sang to him on those lonely nights. He remembered each and every octave, each and every vocal curve in the singing. It was almost like his soul itself was singing its own reqiuem, a funeral song to justify the pathetic life Nimbus had lived.
As those final memories imploded within Nimbus' mind, he fell to his knees, in a psychotic rage of tears and sobs. He knew he shouldn't cry or mourn, that it was not the mature thing to do, but the fiery hands continued to wrench out Nimbus' heart, piece by piece, until Nimbus layed there, sprawled out on the barren land, alone and emotionally destroyed.
Was this really the end? Nimbus' home had been burned down, along with everyone in it, but was it the end? And, once more, who was to blame for this soul-shattering tragedy? Was Nimbus to blame himself? Or was he to blame the direct cause of the fire, which at the moment was still unknown to the boy?
Nimbus staggered to his feet, unable to cry any longer, having lost almost his entire soul to his lament. His eyes left the ruined town, and instead, he turned to gaze out at the sky; the never-ending ocean of blue mystery. Standing upon the coast of the now-isolated island, Nimbus felt ultimately alone on this floating rock of earth, (even though his new ally had been standing behind him), feeling no further intention of remaining there. In fact, he almost felt no further intention of living. Nimbus stepped over to the edge of the coast, where he could look down at his feet to gaze at the sky below.
He drew his head upwards to gaze forward. A mere speck of dark, dark blue could be seen. The dot was moving quite slowly, and it didn't appear to be changing altitude. It could only be an airship. Nimbus knew what he had to do. He would take to the skies and chase after the airship.
"Hey...You," Nimbus spoke softly to Ed, whom he had almost forgotten was there. He didn't even turn to face him, but merely spoke facing the air. "Follow me if you want. I'm going to pursue the clouds..."