The King seemed to have come to a realization and he looked at the heavens, gaping in astonishment as a massive entity made of rock, metal, and flesh began to descend, seemingly appearing out of nowhere and casting no shadows, it was unknown how long this thing had remained overhead, watching.
Something so massive had no right to be able to move this silently, and if not for the words of the prince, no one would have even tried to look above their heads to the descending mass.
The King began to shake as a foul-smelling liquid ran down his legs. He knew about the legend of this ship, and the only thing keeping him from madness was the intense hatred of his son, which was an annoying coincidence, the sound of the prince's voice did not help matters.
