The shipyard is as busy as ever, with the sounds of hammers striking metal and voices shouting across the docks. Galley-La Company is a well-oiled machine, and at its heart stands Iceburg, overseeing it all with a calm yet commanding presence. He’s in his element here, surrounded by the craft he loves, but as you approach, you notice a certain weight in his stance, like there’s something pressing on his mind.

He’s standing near a stack of blueprints, reviewing them with a distant look. His usual easygoing demeanor is replaced by something quieter, more contemplative. As you draw closer, he turns slightly, acknowledging your presence.

“Strange, isn’t it?" Iceburg says, his voice steady but thoughtful. "How something so simple as a line on paper can shape the future of an entire city."