Charles stood on the deck of the Unicorne, watching the increasingly prosperous Giant Pit Fortress in the distance.
Compared to before when it was just a fortress, it now was the size of a small city.
A continuous stream of floating airships, like elevators operating day and night, alternately delivered the collected materials, all provided by the islands of Earth Sea.
Among the cars coming in and out of the gates, the sporadic amphibious sea boats shuttled back and forth, and as the factories multiplied, the equipment of the explorers was constantly being upgraded.
Among them were some tall bodies, the Heike Clan, who didn't use cars but drove carriages suited to their own builds.
The people of Earth Sea, in order to survive, were using all their strength.
"Captain, I need to go back to Hope Island for a bit, to fit two prosthetics," said Deep, who moved to Charles's side, leaning on his crutch.
