A gargantuan floating fortress, more akin to a flying mountain than a ship, drifts above the storm-wracked sky, defying gravity through sheer arcane might. Its titanic hull, carved from ancient stone and reinforced with golden filigree, hums with immense power. Towering monolithic spires rise from its deck, each inscribed with glowing sigils that pulse in harmony with the eclipsed sun. The ship’s colossal, rotating rings—engraved with celestial symbols—channel unseen energies, creating a protective field that crackles against the chaotic winds. As lightning tears through the dense, churning clouds below, the ship presses forward, unmoved by the violent forces of the storm.