I couldn't help but feel like a lot had happened since the last time we saw signs of actual civilization across the horizon. Upon Shizu's request, I turned the [Empire's Wrath] towards Marquean territory, the nearest port thankfully near enough that our engine wouldn't stall out on us due to lack of fuel. And speaking of fuel...
"We're running out on supplies, Moriya."
Yep... That was to be expected.
Turning around, I was greeted by the ever-worried Shade as he glared at me like it was my fault that we were in this predicament in the first place.
"So? What's the plan?" Shade asked me with a scowl on his face.
"Well, the plan is to reach port before we run out of fuel and supplies. Maybe both if we're lucky," I sarcastically replied. "There's no easy answer here, Shade. Unless you want to magically be able to resupply the [Rig] in the middle of the sea, then, by all means, do so."
"That's not what I meant, Moriya," Shade growled.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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AN: So that's the end of Volume 3. I know it's not much, but I'm starting to get a grip on the wider world of this story. I mean, I already did, but from a narrative standpoint, I suppose. The politics are shaping up to be quite a bit spicy, and I'll have a blast doing that stuff once I get there. In the meantime, I'm sticking to one chapter per day until the person I'm editing/writing for gets better. I'm currently taking the brunt of their work, and it's eating into my writing time.
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