With the approval of Emperor Ares and Empress Adamantia sealed in their expressions and words, the naval project team moved as if their veins were laced with lightning. The former rulers might have stepped down from their thrones, but their influence still cast long and stirring shadows. Now that the two had given the green light for a full public launch, the project was no longer just a naval endeavor—it had become a symbol of Virencia's future, of dreams reborn.
Hope had already proven herself seaworthy, gliding through the waters like a promise fulfilled. Her hull was tight, her masts secure, her rudder firm beneath Elric's guidance. She was, by every technical definition, complete.
But she wasn't finished. Not yet.
The final stretch wasn't about wood, rope, or nails. It was about polish, pride, and presentation.
And so, the naval team turned its attention to the finer details.
