One Month Later…
The White Pearl glided through the sea, its sleek hull splitting the waves with grace and force. Powerful cannons along its sides occasionally fired bursts of high-pressured water and laser beams, lighting up the horizon with each discharge.
But despite the ship's speed and defenses, it had become a magnet for pirate attacks.
Not the first time. But this was different.
They were being attacked repeatedly.
Again and again.
It was clear something had changed.
"Probably because we're getting close to the Overlords' territories," Tyler muttered as he studied a floating map projection. "The so called righteous faction, The Federation's influence is weaker out here. And the Bank of Atlantis— being a neutral faction —won't interfere unless someone targets them directly."
"They're retreating!" Tuman shouted from the deck. "There's a huge hole in their hull!"
The rest of the crew erupted in cheers. Another pirate group repelled.
