The airship looked kind of like an old-fashioned zeppelin, held aloft by a huge black balloon. It was easily twice as big as the Auditorium, even from a distance, and had spotlights shining down from it, as well as what looked like cannons. The Superbian flag was printed on the balloon itself, which was how I knew it was the Superbians’ airship.
“Is that a zeppelin?” said Nigel, also looking out the hole in the wall, his mouth gaping. “Awesome!”
“N-No,” said Barrett, his voice weak. I looked down to see that Barrett had raised his head high enough to look out at the airship as well. “Not awesome. Not awesome at all.”
“Do you know what that thing is?” I said.
Barrett nodded weakly and coughed up some blood. “It’s my f-father’s personal zeppelin, the Dragon Wing. It is the flagship of t
