The sun hung low on the horizon as the steamship eased into the bustling harbor of Hudson, the gateway to the Great Republic of Amerathia. The city's skyline, a patchwork of factory smokestacks and modern skyscrapers, shimmered under the late afternoon light. It was a stark contrast to the romantic allure of Paris.
Matthew stood on the deck, his hands resting on the railing as he took in the familiar sights. Amber and Charles joined him, both looking equally reflective.
"We're back," Amber said, a tinge of excitement in her voice. "It feels different this time, doesn't it?"
Matthew nodded, his expression calm but focused. "It does. The stakes are higher now. We're not just returning—we're bringing a vision back with us."
As the ship docked, the pier came into view, crowded with people. Journalists with notepads and cameras jostled for position, dockworkers moved with practiced efficiency, and a small group of well-dressed officials waited at the gangway.
