The Ruins of Felaria

The Braunschweig class corvette sliced through the waves with ease, its sleek hull cutting a smooth path across the open sea. The journey from Akarios Island to the Port of Felaria was well underway, and Vincent stood on the deck, watching the horizon.

Eamon and his associates stood nearby, taking in the sights and sounds of the journey. The Corvette's advanced technology continued to amaze them. The steady hum of the engines, the way the ship barely seemed to rock even in choppy waters, and the ease with which the crew moved about their tasks were all marvels to them.

As night fell, the ship's lights came on, illuminating the deck and casting a soft glow over the sea. Vincent turned to Eamon, who was gazing out at the darkening horizon.

"How are you finding the journey so far?" Vincent asked.