The slender, gleaming magic ship of the captain rocked gently upon the vast expanse of black, murky waters. Its surface, once pristine, was marred by deep gashes and abrasions—battle scars from its most recent encounter with the black-clothed cultivator, Amon, whose strength had proven formidable. Despite the damage, the ship's self-restoration capabilities, a remarkable feature Grey had discovered days prior, began to mend the wounds, its surfaces slowly knitting together with ethereal energy. As the ship sailed onward, the air felt thick with the residual tension of the battle, yet there was also a sense of anticipation. They were nearing Sky Mist City.
'Unfortunately, my magic ship doesn't have self repair functions. Maybe I'll add that when I'm upgrading it.' Grey shook his head inwardly.
