Deadbay City.
Broken made his way through the fog-kissed port, the early morning breeze carrying the scent of salt and sea. At his side walked Fokil. They were here to inspect a new project—one Broken had long envisioned, and now, finally, it was beginning to take shape.
"Your world out there really is full of incredible things," Fokil muttered. "Though I doubt anything like this could be made with Yunatea's technology alone. Still, if there's a way to catch up... it's through Golems."
Broken gave a faint nod as they continued toward a large structure at the edge of the harbor, its exterior half-hidden by the morning mist. He had enlisted help for the design and planning of this new vehicle—help he had secured long before today. Every step until now had been deliberate.
