Melita didn't quite catch what Gawain was mumbling about; she just circled one last time around the "central area" with its towering spires, then began adjusting her direction to head back the way she came.
"Our time is limited," she said with some regret, "The scale of this 'Mother Harbor' is truly staggering; even if everyone could fly like me, it would be hard to survey the entire sky above the harbor within twelve hours—let alone mention the complex underground structures below, and the many sealed-off facilities and hazardous areas."
"Let's head back first," Gawain said in a deep voice, "Since the flying ship follows a fixed patrol program, we can send more investigation teams here later. But honestly, this makes me feel uneasy..."
"Uneasy?" Melita slightly tilted her head, "What do you mean?"
