The interior of Ra's bark was a maze of divine machinery that hummed with deep, resonant tones. Golden gears the size of wagon wheels turned, their brass teeth clicking together in steady rhythm. Glass tubes filled with liquid sunlight ran along the walls, carrying glowing fluid to engines that kept the massive vessel moving through the sky.
Luna crouched behind a massive cogwheel, her emerald flames dampened to barely visible flickers as she surveyed their surroundings. The air felt heavy and oppressive, like being trapped inside a furnace.
"This place reeks of order," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the mechanical noise surrounding them.
Garduck emerged from behind a pillar of polished gold, his silver hair dulled in the yellow light. His frame was tense, muscles coiled like steel cables as he gripped his broad two-handed sword.
