Luke and Ilyrana stood frozen at the entrance of the cavern, their eyes locked onto the massive wooden structure before them. The ship—or at least, the skeletal beginnings of one—rested within the dimly lit cave, its frame towering over them like the ribs of some long-forgotten beast. The sight was almost surreal, the contrast between the raw wood and the smooth stone of the cavern making it seem like something out of a dream.
For Ilyrana, this was a moment of revelation. She had studied the diagrams, listened to Luke's explanations, and imagined what these vessels might look like. But imagination could only take her so far. Seeing the real thing, the sheer scale of it, made her feel small in comparison. She took a slow step forward, her sharp eyes tracing every curve, every joint, every detail. This was no mere sketch on parchment—this was real.
