Part : 1 — How the Abyss Crack Appeared
"So big!"
"So long!"
"So rough!"
"What the hell kind of adjectives are you throwing around?" Adam shouted, smacking Dusk on the back of the head. "If you don't know what they mean, just stop using them, alright?"
Dusk scratched his head sheepishly and laughed, his eyes still glued to the massive flying vessel overhead. "I was just describing the ship, you know…"
Before them soared a colossal flying ship, sleek and metallic, with luminous arrays glowing along its hull. On its side, in bold golden letters, were the words: White Cloud Ferry No. 5.
"Tyler White…" Adam muttered. "That guy's damn rich. He's got a fleet of flying ships running like inter-world buses."
"What's a bus?" Dusk asked, tilting his head.
The two of them boarded the flying ship like everyone else, blending into the crowd. After paying for their tickets and finding seats, they relaxed, letting the ferry carry them across countries.
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