For some reason, Gwen had the illusion that Castel itself was a steel ark floating upon the sea.
No, there was no need to mention Castel. The colossal ship before her was already as large as an island.
An island of steel.
Compared to it, the figures on the deck were as tiny as ants.
"A ship made of steel. How is that possible? Steel—heavy steel. How can it float on water?!"
Gwen raised her head to look at the ship before her, her neck nearly going numb. Such an enormous vessel—who knew how much steel it had taken to build? That much steel could probably crush a castle.
Yet a ship made from it could float upon the sea.
"Transcendent power? No, impossible. Even a hundred Transcendents, a thousand Transcendents together, couldn't lift a ship this heavy. This... this..."
Gwen's voice trembled, carrying an indescribable undertone.
"This is a creation of mortals too?"
Gwen had always believed that calling mortal creations divine miracles was already the highest praise possible. After all, for insignificant mortals, being mentioned in the same breath as gods was exaggerated enough.
Yet as she looked at the steel creation before her, she felt that notion gradually collapsing—becoming almost... laughable.
How large was the biggest church in the Northern Territory? Was it even half the size of this ship?
This was a miracle built of steel, a divine kingdom floating upon the sea!
No... not a divine kingdom. This was a realm of mortals, a power no less magnificent than any miracle.
Within Gwen's heart, an idea slowly began to take shape:
Perhaps mortals were not inferior to so-called gods. Perhaps mortals possessed the potential to stand alongside gods, perhaps even—
"Turn your head and look to the side. There's more than one ship like this