With the continuous hissing of the airship's leaking airbag, the whole ship seemed to begin swaying and teetering on the brink of collapse.
"Quick, go to the top! Repair the airbag; if it fails, so does our mission!"
The lead female believer issued the command, and five crew members flew up towards where the airbag floated overhead.
Before long, the hissing noise from the airbag ceased.
Although the crisis of a crashing ship had passed, Charles knew that things were far from over.
He stood at the ship's edge, gripping the ropes that secured the airbag, leaning most of his body out of the ship to scan his surroundings.
The light pollution here was severe, with a white expanse everywhere; Charles couldn't see where the enemy that had just attacked them was.
"Damn it, what the hell is that thing??" Charles's muscles tensed up, readying himself for the imminent battle.
