The morning mist was split by the bluish-white glow of the twin moons.
The twelve bronze star-track instruments hovering over the port trembled, calibrating the magic tides about to deviate.
The piers of the Seventh Port, like the ribs of a steel behemoth, plunged deep into the azure sea.
Each beam was etched with anti-rust runes, exuding a mysterious and ancient aura under the caress of sea wind and waves.
In the magic power and sweet sea breeze, the alchemy ship, soaked in sea salt crystals, was unloading in an orderly manner.
Several cargo ships with element reactors embedded in their keels simultaneously sounded their magic flutes, the glowing rune sail ropes automatically untied, as if a silent magic ceremony was unfolding.
Lizardman sailors with three-toed webbed feet skillfully used enchanted suction cups to transport crystallized magic energy ores.
