Several massive flying ships cut through the skies like ancient leviathans reborn in steel and spellcraft. Their colossal hulls shimmered with layered enchantments, glowing faintly with runes of protection, speed, and silence. These were no merchant crafts or ceremonial processions—these were ships of war, forged in the crucible of conflict, reinforced with layered defensive arrays capable of withstanding cosmic spells and assaults.
Each vessel was brimming with power—within their holds stood thousands of elite troops, lined in disciplined formations. Rows of gleaming armor caught the midday sun, casting reflections that danced across the decks like shards of starlight.
