A resonant, almost otherworldly voice filled every corner of the Blue Hope, cutting through the gentle hum of the massive ship’s engines.

It was the judge and captain, Heidrick Flembent, speaking with an authority that held a strange kind of comfort, even amidst the high stakes and tensions among the passengers.

“This is Captain Heidrick Flembent speaking,” his voice boomed.

“We are now underway. Welcome aboard the Blue Hope."

"You are encouraged to enjoy the many amenities we have provided and to make this voyage memorable.

"Our journey will span the Infinity Ocean, carrying us to Rudmer Island and beyond. For now, the ship is yours to explore, and for the next six months, this is your home.”

Sylas sat in his room with his core team, the words of the announcement sinking into his mind.

He glanced around at his generals and masters, nodding slowly.

"So... it begins,” he murmured, half to himself but loud enough for them to hear.

His face, usually calm and detached, held a trace of excitement—a rare look for him.

The others around him were silent for a beat, each taking in the gravity of the captain’s words and the sheer size of this journey ahead.

“Feels like a festival day,” Machivel said with a grin, breaking the silence.

“People down in the lower levels must be buzzing with excitement, wondering what’s waiting for them here on this ship.”

“A festival…” Suntuzel shook his head as he whispered.

“There are too many factions in one place. Any excitement could turn quickly.”

Sylas chuckled, eyes glinting.

“That’s the point, isn’t it? Every one of these organizations wants something out of this, and the captain’s voice just made it official.”

He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees as he continued.

“We’re not here for pleasure alone.”

Gran, who’d been scanning through some papers on the amenities and security protocols, raised an eyebrow.

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"I give it two days, maybe less, before we hear of the first ‘incident.’ People will start testing boundaries.”

The men in the room exchanged glances, each considering his words.

Sylas could feel the undercurrent of excitement among them.

It was as if they were all standing on the edge of a cliff, waiting to jump, and the announcement had been the final push.

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Meanwhile, in another lavish suite down the corridor, Lady Veronica’s laughter echoed as she turned to her gathered followers, glass in hand.

“Did you hear him?” she said, smirking.

“We’re all free to roam, to explore. Sounds like an invitation to... mischief.”

Her mates laughed. ,"

Veronica continued, lowering her glass,

“That our esteemed captain has underestimated the games we’re prepared to play.”

One of her men leaned forward, voice low.

“Lady Veronica, shall we mingle among the others, get a sense of their intentions?”

She tilted her head, eyes gleaming.

“Not yet. Let them get comfortable first. Let them believe we’re all friends here. Then… well, then we’ll make our move.”

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On another room, Rud of the Dark Father stared at his reflection in the polished steel walls of his chamber, his gaze hard.

He’d heard Heidrick’s words and understood the meaning behind these words.

Behind him, his followers were preparing, adjusting their robes.

One of his closest assistants approached, bowing slightly.

“Lord Rud, the Captain has signaled the start. What shall we do?”

Rud’s eyes narrowed as he turned to his followers.

“We’ll wait. The fools will reveal their strengths and weaknesses soon enough. But when the time is right, we’ll make them regret stepping onto this ship.”

He looked out the window at the endless stretch of ocean and allowed himself a smirk.

“The Dark Father will be proud.”

Back in the lower levels, where the general population and less influential groups mingled, the atmosphere was electric.

Voices buzzed excitedly as people filed out of their rooms, eager to explore. Families clung together wide-eyed as they gazed at the vast corridors.

Small merchants and workers marveled at the scale of the ship, pointing out lavish details to each other, their voices full of awe and disbelief.

“This place is unbelievable,” a young man said to his friend, his eyes wide.

“It’s like a floating city! Did you see that courtyard on the way in?”

His friend nodded enthusiastically, grinning ear to ear.

“I didn’t think ships could be this big. It’s like something out of a story.”

Nearby, a small group of children ran ahead, laughing and dodging around adults as they explored; their faces lit up with pure joy.

But for all the innocence in the lower levels, tension was brewing among the more seasoned passengers.

Conversations, hushed and hurried, sprang up in corners, discussing alliances, speculations about potential battles, and fears of the mysterious dangers that came with being on the Blue Hope.

Meanwhile, at the highest level, the wealthiest and most powerful leaders remained quiet, their expressions set with grim anticipation.

Many had expected a journey, a luxury passage, but they were acutely aware that this voyage would test not only their resources but their resilience.