The vessel finally eased into its assigned berth in Carac.
Alfred's ship descended with practiced precision, mana thrusters dimming as it aligned with one of the many elevated docking platforms that surrounded the city's massive port district. The moment the clamps locked into place, the scale of Carac became impossible to ignore. Towers rose in layered rings beyond the harbor, stone and mana-forged metal intertwined, banners of neutral authority fluttering high above streets already crowded with movement.
Trafalgar stepped forward, resting his hands on the railing.
The first thing that caught his eye wasn't the city itself—but the ships.
