Lunarshire Port
The warship loomed like a beast forged by human hands, vast, regal, and absolutely impossible by any sane measure. Its hull gleamed deep green, swallowing sunlight, while streaks of silver traced along its curves like veins of a living beast. The sails, massive sheets woven of iron threads and layered with high-grade protection magic, billowed as though eager for battle, shimmering with a metallic sheen that danced with every gust.
Along the sides, cannons sat in proud rows. Their barrels glowed faintly with a greenish tint, infused with Thessaly's mana conduction arrays, sleek, deadly machinery that could flatten an entire fleet before they even crossed the horizon. The ship's outer walls were carved with swirling scenes of sea serpents, krakens, and the myths of the old world, each sigil doubling as a layered enchantment.
"Thessaly helped me build the cannons," Sienna-Rose said, as casually as if she were discussing flower pots.
