With the one-year mark just weeks away, Tahir stood back to take in the sight of the ship. Everything was ready. Painted, fortified, and fully equipped, his floating fortress was now officially christened the Devil's Dune, the name he'd chosen to represent the fierce resolve he intended for his faction.
Moving through the armory, Tahir inspected the shelves stacked with ability books and rows of beast crystals he had spent the year collecting. These supplies weren't just for him—they were for his allies, those he'd trust in his new faction. The ship itself had been adapted to run on beast crystals, transforming them into energy that fueled the engines, defense systems, and even lighting, making Devil's Dune a true beast-powered fortress.
The day had come to share his plans. He gathered the Shadow Fang members in the main hall, the air thick with curiosity. Facing them, Tahir took a breath and began.
