Eight months after the formation of the Great Alliance ~
Grace stood at the edge of the upper deck, her long aubrun hair dancing in the salty breeze.
Her custom-made cruise ship was a floating fortress, designed to withstand both natural disasters and monstrous threats lurking beneath the waves. Unlike the ships of the old world, which were built for leisure, hers was crafted for survival.
It could hold nearly five thousand people, yet only two thousand were on board. Survivors, warriors, scientists, and researchers - all were carefully chosen for this mission.
While the rest of the world was evolving in the past eight months at a rapid speed, Grace was moving ahead almost twice their speed, making sure that when the right time came, she would be the one holding the reins of her future.
