In the airspace high above the ocean, a massive ship with an enormous shadow loomed over the gleaming blue water.
This vessel, adorned with sharp spikes of crimson, exuded an aura reminiscent of fresh blood.
Its design bore no resemblance to any modern crafts, resembling instead a devilish citadel hovering in the sky.
Soon, the faint glimmer of its aura revealed several other blazing objects in the distance, cutting through the clouds.
Though they appeared small from afar, their true size was deceptive.
Inside the citadel, an individual sat behind the front window, absorbed in reading some reports in his hand.
"Master, what if that same attack is launched against us?" Jambiun asked, bowing respectfully.
Despite his composed demeanor, the memory of the day they were en route to the Jade Dominion loomed in his mind—the day a sudden sword strike had devastated half of their battleship.
{ A/n: Keith's Illustration }
