World Seas, Navy Fort, in the Grand Ballroom.
Women and men of high status had gathered for the coronation of the Navy's new Fleet Admiral, Ethan Blackforest.
Dressed in fancy silks and tailored suits, they all looked like royalty, and most of them had noble blood flowing down their veins.
Amongst them, there were navy soldiers dressed in their white fluttering cloaks, and they were enjoying the lavish feast that was laid out before them.
Admirals and Vice Admirals, whoever was able to make it today, had all gathered, and it was rare to see all of them gathered in one place like this.
"…Why do you think Ethan was chosen out of all people?"
Jeremiah sat on a leaning chair, his right leg crossed over his left, dressed in the navy's official celebratory uniform.
It made him look like a mix of high-class navy soldier and royalty with all its magnificent details, golden buttons, and intricate embroidery.
