From the deck of the flying vessel, the Thal'zar castle finally came into view.
Trafalgar remembered it well. Not as it stood now, but as it had been after the final clash of the war, broken open by force so overwhelming that even a Great Family stronghold had looked temporary beneath it.
'Looks like the great hole Valttair made has already been repaired.'
He stood beside Caelum while the ship cut through the dry air, his gaze moving across towers, walls, battlements, and the outer terraces that had once been half ruined. What he saw now was not a patchwork hurried together for appearances. The work had been done properly. Stone matched stone. Reinforced sections did not stand out as scars. From above, the castle looked whole again.
"Caelum," Trafalgar said, not taking his eyes off it, "what do you think of the Thal'zar repairs?"
