As Robin’s ship hovered over the ocean, he admired the endless blue beauty from above . The water sparkled under the bright sun, and the only sound was the soft hum of the ship’s engines. Suddenly the ship came to a halt in an empty spot. Here, there were no commercial ships, no fishing vessels in sight just a pure undisturbed ocean. Captain Raylan seemed pleased, “This is the perfect spot to fish,” he said, gesturing to the sea floor below . The ship descended into the water.Robin leaned over to see what was going on.
Raylan then took out a device, one he had bought from Athena’s markets. “This little gadget scans for fish,” he explained, tapping a few buttons on the device. A holographic screen appeared, showing bright spots beneath the water, signaling where the fish were gathered. For Robin, this was a stark contrast to his childhood memories of watching his grandfather fish in a much simpler way back on Earth, he saw his grandfather carry nets and rod to fish. Here, in Arora, the approach was entirely different.
Raylan pressed a few more buttons, and a mechanical contraption was lowered from the ship, descending smoothly into the ocean below. This device was connected to the ship’s hopper, a holding container where the fish would be collected. As it sank to the seafloor, Oliver stepped forward to explain, “This device sends out a signal, a frequency that attracts fish. When they swim close enough, the automatic traps catch them and bring them up to the hopper.”
Robin watched, a bit skeptical, as the device began its work. He couldn’t help but feel that this efficient, automated method took some of the spirit and joy out of fishing. Turning to Oliver, he asked, “Why don’t we just use a hook and rod or casting net? That’s how my grandfather did it seems like it would be more of a challenge.”
Oliver smiled patiently. “True, but it’s not as efficient. Here, we can catch plenty of fish quickly without spending hours waiting. It’s just the way things are done here.”
As time passed, Robin saw the hopper begin to fill with an astonishing variety of fish. Brightly colored species and unusual shapes emerged, each one seemingly stranger than the last. Norman and Silas, two of the crew members, carefully sorted through the catch, setting aside the best and discarding the less desirable ones back into the sea. They worked quickly, their movements practiced and efficient, selecting the fish that would make the best meals.
Marla, had set up a small preparation station on the deck. With fresh fish on hand, she began making sushi and sashimi right there. The scent of the ocean-fresh fish mingled with the crisp bite of soy and wasabi as she prepared the dishes. When she finally handed a plate to Robin, he took a bite, savoring the cool, tender fish that melted in his mouth. It was unlike any sushi he’d ever tasted, and the flavor was so fresh it was almost sweet.
They continued fishing until the ship’s refrigerator was filled with fish, their bounty more than enough to last them through their journey. As the sun began to dip lower in the sky, casting a golden glow over the water, Robin looked around at the crew. This modern version of fishing might lack the old-fashioned thrill he remembered, but there was something exhilarating about watching the team work together.
As night fell over the endless expanse of ocean, a serene calm settled over the ship, the only sound being the gentle hum of the engines and the soft lapping of wave. Robin stood at the edge of the deck, gazing out as the twin suns drowning in the vast ocean, casting a array of colors across the water. The sky was painted with deep hues of crimson, amber, and white, blending seamlessly with the sparkling reflection on the sea's surface. It felt as if the whole world was wrapped in a warm,holy glow. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of peace, awed by the beauty and stillness of the moment.
As the last traces of sunlight disappeared below the horizon, darkness slowly enveloped the ocean. Out here, far from any cities or settlements, there was no light pollution . The sky above them transformed into a spectacular panorama of stars, filling every inch of the space. Countless stars twinkled brightly, some clustered together in luminous clouds, while others shone alone, distant and mysterious. Robin had never seen a night sky quite like this; the view was so vast and rich with detail, it felt as though he was watching a high resolution video is playing Infront of his eyes.
Oliver joined him, sharing in the quiet wonder of the scene. After a few moments, he began pointing out some of the notable constellations and star systems that could be seen without any telescopes. "Look over there," he said, gesturing to a particularly dense grouping of stars. "That’s the Orion Cluster, and just below it, you can see the Arcturis Belt. It’s only visible in this part of the galaxy. In the past our ancestors used it to navigate the world. With gps being available everywhere they lost their use."
Robin listened closely, fascinated. He was beginning to understand just how different this world was from Earth, how the stars themselves had names and stories unique to this nature and peoples imagination. Each constellation Oliver pointed out seemed to hold some piece of the history of this world, a tribute to ancient gods and legends.
Captain Raylan soon joined them, drawn by the story. He leaned against the railing, looking up at the star-filled sky with a glint of nostalgia in his eyes. “You know, the stars have been my guide more times than I can count,” he said, his voice low and thoughtful. “Once, during an expedition on a planet at the far edge of the gellaxy, my ship was destroyed. I was stranded with nothing but my survival pack and the night sky to guide me.”
Robin glanced at Raylan, intrigued as the captain’s story began to unfold. Raylan described the planet a harsh, desolate place with rocky landscapes and dense fog that obscured everything by day. When night fell, though, the fog lifted, revealing a sky full of stars that stretched endlessly overhead. With his ship out of commission, he had little choice but to rely on his knowledge of the constellations. By studying the stars, he managed to trace a path to the nearest William family stronghold, walking for days under the night sky until he was finally rescued. It was a tale of courage, resilience, and the unbreakable bond between an explorer and the stars that guided him.
As Raylan spoke, Robin felt a deep sense of awe. For Raylan, the stars were more than just points of light in the sky; they were allies, guides, and reminders of past trials. Listening to him, Robin felt inspired, and also hoped he would never fall into the same situation as him.
The night grew deeper, the sky a vast, glittering photograph stretching in every direction. Raylan continued sharing stories , while Elric came to the dock and added his own tales of ancient seafarers and their significance in Arora’s history. Robin felt himself lost in these tales.
Eventually, the hours wore on, and the chill of the night air began to settle over the deck. Robin stifled a yawn. As he finally turned in, he realized he would carry this night with him the stories, the stars, and the feeling of standing beneath an endless sky, connected to something far greater than himself. With dreams of starlit journeys filling his mind, he drifted off to sleep, ready to embrace the mysteries of the universe awaiting him.
When Robin woke up, daylight was streaming through the cabin windows, and he sighed with a hint of regret for missing the sunrise over the open sea. Rising, he quickly dressed and headed to the deck, where Oliver waited to brief him on their destination.
“Good morning, sir,” Oliver greeted with a nod. “We’ve reached Ignisara. The capital isn’t far, and we’re on course to reach it by evening.” He went on to explain that the capital is governed by a faction that are pro technology .
Robin leaned over the deck railing, and the view below took his breath away. They were passing over mountainous terrain, with jagged peaks that rose from the earth's pyramid like structure . He marveled at their size and beauty, only for Oliver to add, “Most of these mountains are actually man-made, sir. This entire region used to be a barren desert, long before Ignisara was transformed by technology and magic and terraforming.”
Robin stared in wonder. The idea of humanity reshaping a desert into a thriving land was astonishing. He could see clusters of green stretching in every direction, a lush landscape of forests and rivers weaving through valleys and around hills. It was hard to imagine that this vibrant ecosystem was artificially created.
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As they hovered over vast stretches of forests and winding rivers, Robin felt an almost reverent awe. The dense forests below, with towering trees and sprawling canopies, were the result of calculated planting and irrigation, a testament to Ignisara’s ambition and technological mastery. It was hard for him to wrap his mind around the scale of this achievement, and he wondered if Earth would ever reach such heights, advancing to the point of creating ecosystems from scratch.
Their journey took them over various settlements scattered across the landscape. From above, small villages looked like dots of color on a canvas, with meticulously arranged fields stretching around them, forming in geometric patterns. The larger cities seemed like sprawling grids with vast buildings and green rooftops. From the sky, he noticed monuments, statues, and historic structures interspersed within these cities, appearing almost like miniatures from his vantage point.
Yet, even among all these sights, the most striking feature was a vast, artificial river that snaked across the continent, known as the “River of Life.” This colossal waterway seemed to stretch endlessly, cutting through mountains, forests, and cities, sustaining life and prosperity wherever it flowed. It was wider than any natural river he had ever seen, and its sheer scale was awe-inspiring.
“The River of Life,” Oliver said . “It’s a man-made marvel. Its construction began thousands of years ago, and it’s now one of the longest and most essential waterways of the country.”
Robin was speechless, his eyes tracing the river’s path as it wound through the landscape below. How had humanity achieved such a feat? The engineering, the planning, the resources it was all staggering to imagine. He thought about Earth, Oliver explained in the past that earth doesn't have enough resources to become a type 3 civilization like arora but it could still reach type 2 . He could only imagine how earth will transform into if it reached it type 1 status.
As they flew on, they passed over more landmarks and bustling towns. Some towns radiated from a central plaza, surrounded by green parks and open-air markets, while some cities were Incorporated with the mountains . Robin spotted bustling ports along the riverbanks, where boats and hovercrafts moved goods and people up and down the waterway. Statues and sculptures dotted the city centers, historical monuments to those who had made Ignisara’s transformation possible.
It was almost noon when Robin’s ship approached the outskirts of Ignisara’s capital. As they neared the city's towering skyline, Robin couldn’t help but notice the striking resemblance to Nexar. Now that he noticed all the cities shared the same pattern, highly organized feel, with grand structures and seamless integration of technology into everyday life. However, there was something different about Ignisara a sense of deliberate refinement and sophistication that made it feel more like a political and scientific hub than just a sprawling metropolis.
The ship glided over the sprawling terrain below, taking in the sight of lush greenery, rivers, and mountains all coexisting with towering cities. Robin felt an odd mixture of awe and curiosity as they continued toward the heart of the capital, which now loomed in the distance.
Just as they crossed into the capital’s airspace, a ship bearing the Ignisara flag appeared in the distance. It was a majestic vessel, gleaming hull cutting through the air with precision. It was much larger than Robin’s own ship, dwarfing it with ease. As it drew closer, a transmission came through, a formal yet welcoming voice filling the cabin.
“Greetings, Your Excellency,” the voice said, dripping with formality and respect. “It is our great honor to welcome you to Ignisara as our esteemed guest. We are delighted to have you here and will escort you directly to the Prime Minister’s residence.”
Robin blinked, taken aback by the respectful address. Your Excellency? He had expected some form of welcome, but this level of ceremony was surprising. The voice continued, explaining that they would be guided to the residence and that every detail would be taken care of.
Oliver, standing beside Robin, explained with a nod. “This is standard procedure for high-profile visitors, sir. The government of Ignisara is known for its meticulous attention to detail, especially when hosting dignitaries. Your arrival will be treated with the utmost importance.”
As the Ignisara ship maneuvered gracefully alongside their vessel, Robin could see that it was not only larger but also more ornate. Its hull was adorned with intricate patterns and symbols, marking it as part of the official fleet of the capital. A smaller escort ship detached from the larger one, its mission clear: to guide Robin’s ship safely and swiftly to the heart of the city.
The nearer they got to the capital, the more Robin noticed the stir their arrival was causing. Ships from all directions seemed to slow and pause, their passengers curiously watching the procession of Robin’s ship. He could see people in the streets below stopping and looking up, their faces filled with a mix of intrigue and excitement. It was clear that this was no ordinary visitor. The ship's sleek exterior, the escort vessels, and the display of official flags had drawn the attention of the city’s residents. Robin could almost feel the weight of their gaze from above.
The streets of the capital were lined with people, some in casual clothing, others in more formal attire. They craned their necks to get a better look at the ship, and a buzz of conversation spread through the crowds. Robin saw a few people pointing upward, their expressions a mix of awe and curiosity. It was clear that word of his arrival had spread fast, and the spectacle of it had become an event in itself.
As they passed through the bustling city, the architecture of Ignisara revealed itself in all its glory. Glass-and-steel buildings rose high into the sky, while wide streets were lined with lush parks and green spaces. Despite the technological advancement, there was a sense of harmony between nature and human development. The city felt alive—an organic blend of progress and beauty. Robin couldn't help but be impressed by the grand scale of the urban planning.
The ship’s escort led them through the airways with perfect precision, guiding them toward the more impressive sections of the city. As they passed over sprawling gardens, towering skyscrapers, and monuments of scientific and cultural significance. It looks like they're trying to create a good impression.
As they neared the Prime Minister’s residence, the atmosphere changed. The buildings grew taller, the architecture more imposing. The streets became wider, and the crowds thinner, as though the capital’s political heart had its own space, separate from the rest of the city. Robin saw large monuments dotting the landscape, memorials to some of Ignisara’s most important historical events.
The moment they entered the heart of the capital, the ship’s speed slowed, and a sense of anticipation filled the air. Robin could feel the eyes of the people below him, their curious gazes following his every movement. The ship hovered smoothly, its engines humming softly as they neared a massive landing platform.
The transmission from the escort ship came through once again. “We are approaching the Prime Minister’s residence, Your Excellency. Please make yourself comfortable as we prepare for your arrival.”
The ship settled gently onto the platform, and Robin could feel the shift in the atmosphere.
He couldn’t help but wonder just how much influence this faction, which embraced science, had over Ignisara and what role he, as a member of the William family, would play in shaping their future. The people of the city, who had gathered to see the arrival of such a distinguished guest, were only a small part of the greater picture that Robin was now stepping into.
As Robin’s ship glided gracefully down to land on the pristine driveway of the Prime Minister’s residence, the vast grandeur of the building came into full view. It was an imposing structure, with modern lines softened by elegant landscaping immense gardens cover with both native and imported plant species, vibrant fountains, and statues that reflected Ignisara’s deep commitment to science and culture.
The escorting ship gently descended beside Robin’s vessel, both ships settling into place with almost synchronized precision. As the engines powered down, a faint hum lingered in the air, leaving a brief silence before the sound of footsteps and murmurs filled the space. Robin stepped down the ramp, adjusting his coat, his senses taking in the new surroundings.
As soon as his feet touched the ground, Robin noticed a line of individuals standing along the carpet that stretched from the landing platforms toward the grand entrance of the residence. The air was thick with anticipation, and it seemed like everyone had gathered to witness his arrival. His presence, though still a mystery to many, had become an event an occasion of honor and curiosity.
In the front of the line, the Prime Minister himself was waiting. A tall man with an air of authority , his face was framed with a neatly trimmed beard, and his dark eyes sparkled with intelligence. He wore a high-collared tunic adorned with elegant insignia that marked his position as the leader of Ignisara’s government.
The Prime Minister stepped forward with a bright, welcoming smile as Robin descended the ramp. His posture was formal, but his demeanor was genuinely cordial, betraying no hint of the usual political distance.
“Welcome, Your Excellency,” the Prime Minister said, his voice rich with warmth. “It is both an honor and a pleasure to finally meet a member of the William family. We are all delighted to have you here on behalf of the Ignisara government.”
Robin nodded politely, a bit taken aback by the formality but appreciative of the gesture. “Thank you for the warm welcome,” he replied, his tone respectful. “I’m honored to be here.”
As they exchanged greetings, the Prime Minister gestured toward the people standing in line, introducing them with great care. “Allow me to introduce to you some of the key members of our community and Parliament,” he said, motioning to a group of distinguished figures. They were scientists in varying fields and politicians, their attire ranging from formal wear to lab coats to straight on sifi suite.
As they walked the prime ministers introduced them to robin and said.
“These are just a few among the many who drive our country forward ,” the Prime Minister explained, continuing to introduce other figures.
As they walked toward the entrance of the residence, Robin couldn’t help but observe the people lined up along the path. Some were clearly citizens of high status, while others appeared to be from various sectors of government, eager to catch a glimpse of the man who had arrived under such a large escort. They all appeared curious and respectful, awaiting their turn to speak with Robin or simply observe his arrival. few of the scientists whispered to one another , their conversations laced with quiet excitement as they discussed the significance of Robin’s visit. There was an undercurrent of anticipation, as though everyone knew that this encounter could lead to something greater.
As they passed through the grand doors of the Prime Minister's residence, the interior revealed itself to be just as impressive as the exterior. futuristic furnishings combined with the warmth of natural materials created a harmonious balance of technology and nature. Large windows provided expansive views of the city outside, which was rapidly becoming more vibrant as the day wore on.
The Prime Minister led Robin and his group into a large central hall, where a series of seating arrangements awaited. But before they could settle, the Prime Minister gestured toward a side room where drinks and refreshments had been prepared. “Please, make yourself comfortable,” he said with a courteous smile. “We can discuss matters further while enjoying some light refreshments.”
As Robin followed the Prime Minister into the room, he couldn't shake the feeling that coming with an announcement was a mistake. Now they're trying to play political game to gain William family's favor. He made a mental note to his head next time he'll change his identity if he is going around.