Through the wide, bright glass, Zorn gazed out at the massive bay of the entire Ancient Porcelain Holy City.
Countless colossal steam-powered iron ships moved in and out of the port, their deep, heavy whistles seeming to echo with the sea.
The geographical advantages of Half Moon Bay, combined with the continuous improvements to the waterways by the Water Element Extraordinaries of the Ancient Porcelain Holy City over the years, had blessed the Ancient Porcelain Holy City with an extremely developed maritime trade, allowing it to fully capitalize on the benefits of the great age of steam-powered navigation.
It was precisely for this reason that the Ancient Porcelain Holy City was poised to become the capital of the nascent Steam Empire.
After arriving in the Ancient Porcelain Holy City and settling in, Zorn had come today by invitation.
"What do you think of this place?"
