Ethan stepped onto the main deck of the White-Rhino, and the sheer scale of the naval operation hit him like a physical blow. The ship was a leviathan, easily rivaling the ten-kilometer length of the Invictus. They were moving in a perfect "Arrowhead" formation; the sleek White-Raptors sliced through the waves at the vanguard, while the massive White-Hunters flanked them like iron walls. In the center, the White-Rhino rode the swells with an immovable, terrifying weight, looking less like a ship and more like a floating fortress of white and gold.
Ethan knelt, pressing his palm against the deck's surface. "Crul " he whispered into his mind. "What is this thing built of? I've never felt a material like this."
