January 8, 2026 — 02:39 AMManila Port – Pier Four
The echo of the summoning still lingered in the air. Steam hissed softly from beneath the hull as the newly materialized destroyer adjusted to the seawater, settling into position like it had always belonged there.
Thomas remained near the edge of the platform, staring at the Bulwark with silent calculation. His hand hadn't left the railing. His jaw was set, his eyes still tracking the blinking lights climbing the mast tower.
Beside him, Marcus stood a few paces back, still trying to process what he was seeing.
Finally, Marcus spoke. "You know, this one's going to be harder to explain to people."
Thomas glanced sideways. "Because it's not a drone or a suit?"
