From the depths, sleek shadows rose. Torpedoes streaked through the water, leaving white trails like scars. Kaelen didn’t panic. With a flick of a switch, he activated the ship’s anti-torpedo sonar decoys and launched a swarm of agile, laser-guided interceptor missiles.
"They think the ocean belongs to them," Kaelen whispered, watching a laser-defense system melt a hole through a diving bomber. "They forget who built the depths."
As the sun set, the Iron Sovereign stood alone amidst a graveyard of sinking scrap metal. Kaelen pulled up the blueprints for his next project: a massive orbital strike platform. In this world, if you could imagine it, you could build it—and if you could build it, you could conquer the sea.
The massive 2000mm cannons roared, sending shells the size of small cars hurtling toward the enemy. One frigate took a direct hit to its ammo rack; the resulting explosion was a symphony of splintering timber and fire that lit up the gray sky.
Suddenly, a proximity alarm shrieked. "Submarines! Deepwater Guard!"
In the belly of the Sovereign , massive autoloaders hummed to life. This wasn’t just a ship; it was a masterpiece of geometry and logic, every hull block and internal bulkhead placed by hand.
