"Although these ships of the Expedition Army could still barely sail, their hulls were in terrible condition. They were only holding together thanks to the souls inside them."
Indeed, the damage to the ships was visible to the naked eye. Never mind their armor plating-even much of their hull structure was no longer intact.
They had already more than fulfilled their mission as warships and should have returned to the shipyards for repairs, but the Dock and the Expedition Army were both gone.
The fleet still assembled as it always had, but there was no longer any harbor where it could berth. It could only wander the Sea of the Moon forever.
That was how it should have been.
"Are they... going to rest forever in the Courtyard?"
Maeve asked cautiously.
She, too, had witnessed this fleet's bravery firsthand. Now, faced with the battered ships, she naturally felt regret and reluctance to part with them.
Even if the Expedition Army had perished, finding a burial ground for this fleet with nowhere to stay was still something to take comfort in.
Surely resting forever in the Courtyard would be better than in the Sea of the Moon?
"Rest forever?" Elliot glanced at Maeve and shook his head in amusement. "They'll set sail from here."
As he spoke, he pointed ahead.
In the dim Sea of the Moon, the radiance shining from the passage was the only light. Maeve looked toward it and involuntarily narrowed her eyes. Sunlight spilled across the Courtyard, which was no longer quiet and elegant as before, but instead brimmed with a measure of vitality.
To Maeve, who had spent far too long in the dim Sea of the Moon, that light was a little too dazzling.
She could vaguely make out an enormous shipyard, navigators guiding ships,