"Captain, you still haven't forgotten about special training at a time like this."
Kuina couldn't help laughing as well.
"The more you sweat in training, the less you bleed in battle."
Lorne spoke calmly.
"In this New World, strength is the only guarantee of survival."
"Good. Keep moving."
"Since a Marine Admiral went in, let's go meet him."
Lorne strode forward.
The passage was dimly lit, with only the Seastone veins on either side giving off a faint, ghostly blue glow.
Lorne walked on, his boot soles scraping against the rough stone floor with a rustling sound.
Besides the ghostly blue Seastone veins, weathered murals were also carved into the stone walls on either side of the passage.
Kuina stopped before a mural and gently ran her fingers over its uneven grooves.
"Captain, look at this painting."
Kuina turned her head and pointed at the mural.
Lorne walked over and followed her finger with his gaze.
The mural depicted an enormous warship, its bow shaped like a fierce dragon's head, with countless cannon barrels extending from both sides.
Beneath the warship were countless vessels struggling in the waves and shattered islands.
"Is this Pluton?"
"What a terrifying monster."
Ryan couldn't help exclaiming as he looked at the mural.
"This is only how the ancients imagined it. The real Pluton might be even more frightening."
Lorne glanced at the mural and continued forward.
"But no matter how powerful a weapon is, people are ultimately the ones who control it."
"As long as the person controlling it has enough strength and a sense of justice, the weapon itself is neither right nor wrong."
"The captain's right. Power is neither good nor evil. It depends on whose hands it's in."
Kuina nodded in agreement and quickly followed.
"But the World Government doesn't think