The sea of liquid moonlight splash against the iron hull of the Kashima Maru. As the fleet drifted deeper into the First Constellation of the Higher Heavens, the atmosphere reached a state of crystalline purity that felt like inhaling needles of frozen silver. There was no wind here, only the Breath of the Stars, a subtle pressure that made the very molecules of the ship hum in a high, fragile frequency.
Ren Hanshin stood at the prow, his silhouette a fractured monument of porcelain and lead against the shimmering horizon.
[Synchronization: 69.9% (STABILIZED)]
[Level: 113]
[Condition: Lunar Radiance Absorption]
