Crossing the familiar misty sea, the Elizabeth gradually revealed its oppressive silhouette, like a moving steel mountain range.
Displaying the Black Sail Badge, passing through the outer area's verification, Duke stepped onto the cold, heavy deck and walked directly towards the Elizabeth's Third Legion affairs section.
This area was located within the structure of an auxiliary bridge, its style more concise and pragmatic than the main ship.
The metallic walls flanking the corridor were engraved with the Third Legion's insignia, and the people moving to and fro exuded a tough aura and hurried steps.
Duke, familiar with the route, arrived at the office marked with personnel and internal coordination.
The door automatically slid open; the room wasn't large, furnished with several metal desks piled with documents and scrolls, and spell screens flickering, scrolling with data and task codes.
