The moment he finished speaking, Arvantos waved his hand. The space above the gathering area trembled. A vast shadow slowly appeared in the sky. At first it looked like a golden cloud descending from the heavens, but as the light faded, everyone saw an enormous flying boat hovering above them.
The boat stretched hundreds of meters long, built from ancient bronze-gold metal and dark divine wood that seemed to have soaked up starlight for countless years. Its body was covered in Primordial runes, each one giving off a faint glow that made the surrounding space ripple gently.
The front of the boat was shaped like the head of an ancient beast, neither dragon nor phoenix, but something older and heavier. Its eyes were made of two rotating golden crystals, and its open mouth held a formation circle that looked capable of tearing through space.
