In a military base off Great Britain, the sky remained gloomy at all times except noon, when the sun could barely pierce the clouds and reveal a gray disk.
In the early hours of the morning, the sky seemed veiled in a transparent gray gauze. Dense clouds rolled in from the horizon once more, bringing a deep, oppressive feeling.
The clouds had yet to arrive, but their aura had already infected every living thing here.
The wind began to stir, as though expressing its fear and unease. Waves slapped against the shore and ship hulls in rhythmic impacts, as if venting their pressure.
Yet some things seemed strangely out of place amid this restless scene.
They were steel warships that combined the pinnacle of modern Muggle technology with wizarding alchemy.
They stood majestically upon the sea, displaying astonishing appearances.
Their hulls had unique designs, with sharp angular edges and surfaces covered in carefully engraved, gleaming magical runes.
Their imposing prows resembled mighty beasts, clad in silver-gray armor.
Even the faintest light striking them reflected a cold metallic sheen.
Portholes and gun turrets were arranged with precision, showcasing their astonishing firepower!
Rather than warships, they were more like mobile fortresses sitting atop the sea!
The warships were divided into three types based on displacement.
The smallest had a displacement of ten thousand tons. Though comparatively small, they still looked mighty and imposing at sea. Medium warships displaced roughly fifty thousand tons; massive in size, they were covered in sturdy armor plates and possessed majestic, spectacular forms. The largest warships displaced as much as one hundred thousand tons, immense and formidable enough to inspire awe.
Regardless of size, every warship had at least one Auror aboard, ensuring they possessed some ability to respond to unexpected situations on the magical side!
These warships