บททั้งหมดของ The Dark Below: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 13

The winds of the Circle are more like shifting sands of time. With each bellow of the breeze reaping along flesh and bone tears asunder of coldness but yet stability. Among the city of the devoted magical users, there is this freezing sensation of wind and water. It’s a morning unlike anything and everything all at once. This is the true home of vision of those that follow the path of an arcane user. The correlation between frost and morality is just. The workshop of the circle provides a clearer and consist learning experience. They tend to use the magic bestowed upon them in correlation with plantations, often growing food and tending to live cattle. On the opposite end of the workshop, the magically usages go to experimentations and invitations. The smell of oil often carries within the frosty winds of the Circle and laps to the other tower in which the workshop is connected via bridge. Harsh and strict, these were the words that describe the world of the Barracks. Mo

Winds of the cultivating Sky World spread like a rabid fire unchained by men or monsters, but these winds provide the sale of Salavanta’s ship. The stormbellow of the cloaked ship roars with the coming rain. Sounds of both elements mix and mash together like harmony gushing over a waterfall. The Translucent Sun is a one-of-a-kind ship made to cloak and under this ability birth from the arcane and technology, the ship moves faster by keeping the stormbellow at just enough power to float and turning the jets off. With the wind and rain picking up in the air, it is easy for the ship to travel faster within Sky World, but even more impressive is how silent the vessel is without the use of extra power propulsion and bare minimum gravitational support. A lot of the time the Sun moves over multiple ships without being detected this also made it hard for pending loyalists to find and capture the pirates that are on board. For there are a finite of people on the Translucent Sun. First, Salavan