Ethan and Princess Isabella had departed, leaving behind a silence that was gradually swallowed by the low murmur of the White Unicorn Corps soldiers, who continued clearing the battlefield. In the firmament above, the hundreds of warships comprising the Crimson Fleet remained motionless, suspended in midair like monuments of dark metal. No engines roared, no maneuvering lights flickered; they simply hovered in a perfect, unsettling formation.
The Captain of the White Unicorn Corps sheathed his sword and walked over to the group of maidservants Ethan had left behind. Observing Mary, who seemed to be the leader among them, he adopted as respectful a tone as possible.
"Madam, could you please order the fleet to follow our instructions to dock at the piers?" the captain requested, adjusting his silver armor.
