The massive drydock behind the Oakhaven manor was bathed in the quiet, silver light of the midnight moon.
Resting in the center of the hardened earth was a miracle of synthesis. The colossal living dreadnought stretched three hundred feet from stern to bow, shaped like a sleek, predatory spearhead. It was a terrifying and beautiful monument to the new gods.
The pitch black Ironwood hull thrummed with the hyper accelerated vitality of the Verdant Heir. Deep within its center, the sapphire blue hydrostatic core echoed with the absolute peace of the ocean. The thick, glowing green digital veins coursing through the bark pulsed with the heavy, undeniable physical weight of the Machine God's forge. Wrapping the entire vessel in a perfectly smooth, light consuming skin was the Void Lord's ultimate shield.
It was a weapon designed not to conquer, but to heal.
