Chapter 219: A flying castle
"This is too cool!" Damon whistled. Despite the serious situation right now, he couldn’t help but admire what was happening at the moment. The whole freaking castle was flying in the air!
He looked out the window and stared at the endless frozen wasteland in awe. Apparently, short-distance flying was less energy-consuming than teleportation. La Rocha informed that
La Rocha had informed him that, unlike spatial jumps, which momentarily tore through the fabric of the world, levitation over short distances only required sustained mana infusion into the foundational array.
Snow whipped past the windows, ghostly and fast, as if trying to outrun the thing cutting through the heavens. Below them, an unending stretch of pale white death stretched endlessly.
Damon leaned forward, pressing a hand to the window as if he could absorb the surreal moment into his skin. "This is it, huh?" he murmured to himself. "My floating vampire fortress in the middle of nowhere. Not gonna lie, ten-year-old me would be weeping tears of joy."
La Rocha’s voice emerged in a dry huff. "Ten-year-old you clearly had no taste. And the current you also have no taste."
Damon laughed, the sound echoing faintly off the polished stone and velvet-draped walls. "You wound me, La Rocha. Here I thought we were bonding."
"If by bonding you mean dragging me across this wasteland while bleeding me of all my reserves, then yes, we’re practically family," the spirit muttered.
The castle dipped slightly, adjusting course as it skimmed above a jagged ridge of ice-encrusted peaks. Soon, in another few minutes, they reached the location, and they could already see the ice dome in the distance. They hadn’t travelled a lot of distance in the first place before the accident happened, so the return was just as fast.