The Approach to Alria

After a month adrift on the vast, cerulean expanse of the ocean, the rhythmic sway of the waves had become an intrinsic part of daily life for Emperor James von Nova and his delegation. The *Aeterna Solis*, resplendent and noble, had transformed from mere vessel to a sea-bound sanctuary that bore witness to their aspirations and camaraderie as they traversed through sky and sea toward the World Summit.

Now, the sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over the water as it neared the end of another day. The salty air was laced with a sense of purpose, for the shores of the Central Continent lay just beyond the horizon. James stood on the ship's quarterdeck, his eyes fixed on the shimmering frontier where the waves danced with sunlight, each crest whispering promises of opportunity and challenges that awaited them in the Kingdom of Alria.