A few days later.
Peter and I were out on one of our vigilante dates.
Well, technically we were out in the city—but still lounging on a big, comfy sofa.
"Babe, this ship is really comfortable," he said, relaxing while holding me close.
I smiled at him and glanced around.
The interior of the ship was bathed in bluish, purple, and green tones, giving it a futuristic and alien feel.
It even seemed to react to our compliments, extending a small chair and moving it as if trying to express its appreciation.
"Yes, dear, you're amazing," I said with a chuckle.
The ship was indeed full of useful features—high speed, excellent stealth, decent weaponry, adaptive systems, and it was incredibly easy to control, given its organic and semi-living nature.
And I made it even better.
I had slowly inscribed numerous seals, enchantments, and even some new magical runes I'd learned, mixing them in a unique and creative way. Most of them remained well-hidden.
