The deep, resonant thrum of the Iron Revenant's new Star-Frost Mana-Drives vibrated through the metal plating of the secondary hangar, a steady, rhythmic pulse that felt less like mechanical propulsion and more like the beating heart of a slumbering leviathan.
Kai watched with quiet satisfaction as Admiral Malakor pushed himself upright from the floor, the massive pirate lord's crimson eye whirring with a renewed, predatory intensity as he looked out over his newly empowered flagship.
"Orlov, get the quartermaster on the comms right now and tell him to clear every single maintenance bay in the outer ring," Malakor barked over his shoulder, his voice ringing with absolute, unquestioned authority. "We have sixty vessels sitting in dry dock with degraded engines, and I want every single captain reporting to the primary staging platform by the end of the hour."
