From the skies beyond the suspended Sea of Thalassara, a fleet shimmered into view.
The skies rippled like silk as nine colossal Magitech Carriers emerged, each a radiant fortress of alloyed brilliance and humming conduits, powered by Dharma Engines that pulsed with the logic of science and the raw potency of Evolutius Energy. The air grew sharper, more defined, as the armada approached the Primal Neon Tower, casting angular shadows across the crystalline waters both above and below.
Hovering at the head of the fleet, wrapped in a corona of obsidian and golden light, floated the flagship: Seraphim Ultimara, the throne-vessel of the Magitech Dynasty.
And at its heart stood Aliya, the True Magitech Throne.
She descended with quiet grandeur, her dark skin radiating a subtle, stellar luminance. Her black-gold eyes shimmered with wisdom, steel, and tempered serenity.
She had just departed from Achilles' Primordial Avatar and now descended upon Neon in an official capacity.
