Beside Minas Tirith Port, in a hidden bay cordoned off by the Security Department, several patrol boats were stationed.
With a metallic groan that set one's teeth on edge, the massive gate to the underground waterway slowly rose.
Seawater poured in, churning up white-capped waves within the channel.
Beneath the surface, a behemoth floated silently.
Leviathan One.
Within its body, a vast chamber was illuminated by the soft glow of Runes.
As Sea Wolf stepped into the central command chamber, he was immediately stunned by the sight before him.
He instinctively looked up. The ceiling was as high as a cathedral's dome. The combination of flesh and sinew with a metal skeleton didn't seem out of place, and countless faint blue energy conduits crisscrossed like blood vessels.
"What the fuck..." Sea Wolf couldn't help but curse. He paced back and forth a few times, estimating the size of the space.
