As dawn approached, Spira city's sky was dyed in an orange hue. The sun coming up from the horizon reflected against two broad airships up in the city's airspace. Both airships slowly descended, until they touched ground.
There were as many as fifty armored soldiers on the deck of each airship. The aura radiating from each of them was leagues above what any of us students could produce.
But their own aura was also nowhere near the aura of the middle aged man that was floating off one of the airships, and towards us. He looked dignified, like nothing could faze him.
I gulped. This man must be at the Delta rank at the very least. Even the rest of the main cast sharpened.
"Greetings, your highness." The man's back bent into a bow as he landed before Delilah.
"Greetings your highness." The rest of the soldiers on the deck also chorused with a bow.
"Arise." Delilah motioned. The man and the soldiers all rose from their bowing position.
