After leaving the periphery of Sky Mist's port, Grey stood at the bow of the magic ship in quiet admiration. The vessel tore through the dark waters like a hot knife through butter, parting the sea with effortless dominance as waves split cleanly beneath its reinforced hull.
The massive masts and towering sails gave the ship a tyrannical presence, as though it ruled the ocean by right rather than permission. Faint traces of Divinity flickered intermittently from the bow, radiating from the bow spirit itself. Each pulse spread an oppressive, awe-inspiring pressure across the deck, making even the sea winds seem to retreat before it.
All of this combined to make the magic ship look terrifying.
In the end, Grey couldn't help but develop a sense of respect for Bao. To upgrade a magic ship to this level was no simple feat. Even his desire to kill Bao dulled slightly upon that realization, though only slightly.
