The four massive hydraulic pylons of the Subsea Golden Karma Fortress disengaged from the ocean bedrock with rhythmic precision.
Heavy star-mythril locking pins retracted with thunderous metallic clangs that echoed through the deep trench.
The bastions on the flanks folded outward, smoothly reshaping themselves into the swept wings of the three-hundred-meter Taichu Golden Sky-Cruiser.
“All systems pressurized,” Master Lu Jian reported from the pilot console, his hands resting firmly on the polished brass helm. “Hydro-repulsion arrays active. Spatial-fold engines at seventy percent idle. Thermal vents decoupled without residue. Chairman, we are cleared for vertical ascent!”
“Take us up, Master Lu,” Lin Mo said, standing on the observation deck with his hands in his coat pockets. “Smooth and steady.”
Master Lu pulled the primary throttle lever backward.
VROOOOOOOOOOM!
A column of gentle golden karma propulsion erupted from the ship’s keel.
