Tucker smiled at Wendy's humble words, appreciating her wisdom. "Keep up that good fortune talk, it suits you well."
With a brisk nod, Wendy then gathered a group of steam elves, and they vanished into the grey, misty fog of steam, patrolling and cultivating the steam environment throughout the entire realm.
Tucker took a deep breath, feeling the burgeoning power of the steam ecology, his senses attuned to every subtle shift and growth within their protected world.
As the steam ecology meticulously wove through the bulkheads of the cabin and the crystalline walls of the boundary ship, it began to subtly interface with the chaotic essence of the world, completing a complex ecological cycle.
The [sunken ship], previously submerged in the depths of the crimson sea of blood, now stirred as if awakening from a deep slumber.