The ship built by those wayward sons was just like them, flaunting an ostentatious and overblown atmosphere in every aspect. Inside this palace-like Space Battleship, every corridor, every piece of equipment, and every object had been carefully decorated and meticulously arranged.
Its corridors were spacious and brightly lit, crowned with graceful arched ceilings. Pale-golden luminous objects, like tassels, hung down from the arches, with crystal-clear raw crystal suspended from their ends. Countless reliefs were arranged without interruption along the walls on both sides of the corridors. These reliefs spared no effort in their detail, depicting scene after scene resembling religious legends through exquisite artistry: battles against natural disasters, mysterious rituals related to the stars, and the domestication of all kinds of dangerous beasts. The protagonists of these scenes were, of course, all those tall and handsome "Perfect Humans." Some wore sacred armor, while others were draped in robes symbolizing wisdom and learning. In every scene, they played the roles of saviors or guides, while all kinds of other species—including humans similar to them but depicted as weaker—all prostrated themselves at the feet of these "celestial gods."
Hao Ren felt that rather than walking through a warship, he was walking through a magnificent temple. If it weren't for the occasional gleam of technological equipment visible between the reliefs and statues, he would almost have forgotten that this was a ship floating in outer space.
Izax walked beside Hao Ren, casually surveying the luxurious decorations as he went. These resplendent and exquisitely decorated corridors reminded him of certain things from his homeland. The art-loving elves and the Human Kingdoms with their long histories had built similar structures. They were, of course, somewhat less luxurious, but as "exquisite works of art," the two had clearly been created with much the same artistry.
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