It was a ship. But it didn't look like the rusted, industrial smuggler skiffs of the Juncture, nor the sleek white dreadnoughts of the Holy Crusade.
It looked like an ancient, majestic wooden galleon. Its hull was carved from pale, glowing white timber, intricately laced with delicate gold filigree. Sprouting from the deck were three massive masts, though the sails weren't made of canvas. They were forged from huge, razor-thin sheets of shimmering, translucent pink crystal.
Right now, however, half of those crystal sails were completely shattered, and the glowing wooden hull was heavily splintered and on fire.
"Incoming!" Sebastian yelled.
*SPLAAAAASH!*
The massive, burning galleon violently crashed directly into the deep, freshwater lake situated just a half-mile outside the heavy iron gates of Sanctuary.
