Charles stood on the deck of the Narwhal, gazing at the increasingly bustling Giant Pit Fortress in the distance. What was once just a fortress had now grown to the scale of a small city.
An endless stream of Floating Airships, like elevators running day and night, continually delivered materials. All the supplies were provided by the islands of the Abyss-Sea.
Sporadic amphibious sea vessels wove through the cars coming and going at the entrance. As the number of factories increased, the Explorers' equipment was also constantly being upgraded.
Among them were some tall figures: the Heike Clan. They didn't ride in cars, but instead drove carriages suited to their large physiques. The people of the Abyss-Sea were mobilizing all their strength just to survive.
"Captain, I need to return to Hope Island to have two prosthetics fitted," Deep said, moving to Charles's side while leaning on a pair of crutches.
