Auren entered Gate No. 9, climbed the grand staircase… and stopped.
In front of him stood something that didn't even look like a ship—it looked like a jewel carved by the heavens.
Its body shimmered like it was made of pure sapphire and molten gold, reflecting the early morning light like a thousand diamonds. Magical clouds gently floated around its exterior, glowing softly. The deck sparkled—each step resembling a star-lit path.
All around him were elegant passengers—some in fine suits and flowing dresses, others in tribal robes adorned with rare gemstones. Couples lounged on cushioned sofas, some stood on balcony decks sipping glowing drinks, and ribbons of light—glowing magical veins—flowed through the upper structure of the ship.
Auren stood silently, not reacting to the grandeur. He just took it all in.
Then, approaching a nearby staff member, he asked quietly, "Excuse me… where's my stay room?"
The waiter smiled politely. "Of course, sir. May I see your ticket?"
