Eternals Technology
"What an incredible creation."
Harry tilted his head back to look at the enormous spacecraft, voicing his heartfelt amazement.
The dark gold armor plating glinted with a cold sheen beneath the blazing sun.
The thing was absurdly huge, like an entire Manhattan Island had been flipped over and smashed into the desert.
There were no weld seams, no rivets, not even the tiniest joints to be found.
It was impossible to imagine how it had been manufactured...
"Yes. This is a creation of the Celestials."
Phastos nodded in agreement.
As he spoke, he guided the spacecraft down.
Then he stepped forward and pressed his hand against the dark gold hull.
Golden energy patterns spread from his palm, as though awakening a dormant nervous system.
A dull mechanical grinding sounded from deep underground. Smooth metal panels on the hull slid apart to either side, revealing a deep passageway.
"Let's go."
Phastos took the lead.
There were no lights in the passage, but soft glimmers lit up within the walls as they walked.
Despite having been buried for thousands of years, the air inside the ship was remarkably fresh.
They passed through the corridor and arrived at the main control room.
A red blur suddenly flashed past them.
The pressure of the wind blew Gilgamesh's hair into a mess.
The blur stopped at the edge of the console. It was a woman in a red battle suit.
Her eyes lit up when she saw her companions.
She casually tossed the book in her hand onto the console and rapidly signed with both hands.
"She's asking whether the mission is over,"
Phastos translated.
"She's asking whether we can finally return to Olympia. She's about to go crazy from being stuck inside this tin can."
No one answered.
Sersi lowered her head,