"Ash Phantom: The Legend Reborn"

How the ship looks as a compartment..

The ship is divided into two main parts:

1. Front Half (Open Deck Area)

This part is flat and open, like a deck.

People come down here from their rooms to enjoy fresh air, socialize, or relax.

There may be seating areas, balconies, maybe even cafés or small lounges.

It's like a recreational or leisure zone.

2. Back Half (Building Structure)

This part of the ship looks like a multi-floor building.

Passengers have their private rooms or suites here.

Each floor contains rooms similar to a hotel or cruise layout.

Passengers live and sleep here during the journey.

Auren, after hearing those strange words from the man's mouth, didn't even think twice. He turned around and walked straight into his room, sliding the glass door shut behind him. He sat on his bed, quiet and tense.

Meanwhile, that tribal man outside smiled faintly, as if he knew something.

Inside, Auren sat still."Who is that person…? Why do weird things keep happening around me? First the crown… now this guy. What's going on?"

Knock knock.

Auren's eyes widened."Is he here?"

But then—a soft, sweet, almost musical voice echoed from the other side of the door.

Auren blinked."A girl?"

He slowly approached the door and opened it just a little, peeking through the gap.

A cute girl, around Auren's age, stood at the door.

Her glowing white face radiated warmth, and her big golden eyes and white hair held a calm depth that made time feel slower. She wore tribal attire—eastern woven fabrics with delicate feathers and beads gently swaying with her every movement.

Golden jewelry shimmered around her wrists, ankles, and hair. Her arms were adorned with serpent-shaped bangles, embedded with tiny blue and pink diamonds. Around her neck rested a necklace with a green pendant nestled inside a miniature golden sun.

She looked extremely calm…And on her face—A heavenly smile.

Auren stood frozen for a moment.

"Who are you?" he asked slowly.

The girl smiled softly. "I'm Vivi, from Raman City," she said, gently curling a strand of her hair with her finger. "My father asked me to call you for dinner."

Auren blinked. "Raman City? So… that man is your father?"

Vivi nodded and welcomed him with a graceful hand gesture. "If you can come to our room, we'll be glad to have you."

Auren hesitated. "But… I don't know you guys."

Vivi tilted her head, her sparkly attitude shining through. "Oh, come on, we're Raman Royals. Consider this our greeting." She added playfully, leaning forward by a finger gesture, low voice like no one should listen.-"You know, my father told me you seem like a good boy—and that you're traveling alone."

Auren scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "But—"

"No, but!" Vivi said, grinning. "Come with me! We're your neighbors here. Our room is B231. Okay? Come, come!

Auren followed Vivi quietly. She walked ahead like a traditional royal tribal princess—graceful, confident, almost like a goddess. Her steps were light, and she played with her hair as she moved, giving off a calm yet radiant aura.

Auren walked behind her in silence.

Vivi suddenly turned her head slightly. "By the way… your name?"

"I'm Auren," he replied. "From Ryuki City."

"Oh, that's great," she said softly.

Auren raised an eyebrow. "Why are you talking like that… like it's some secret?"

Vivi playfully kept walking, ignoring his question. Then she asked, "Auren, you're going to Baku City, right?"

"Yeah. I'm heading to Hollow Mountain," Auren replied.

"We're going there too," she said. "But we're visiting Baku Palace to meet King Valmos."

Auren's curiosity was piqued. "King Valmos?" he asked.

"Yes," Vivi replied with a nod. "He's the king of Baku City. Any suspicion?" she added playfully.

Auren shook his head. "No, no… It's just… usually cities have leaders or bosses. I've never heard of an actual king."

Vivi smiled. "Umm… that's because you mountain-river people evolved differently. We're from the Vindus River civilization—we still have kings."

Auren looked curious and asked openly, "Tell me more about it—what is this river civilization? What does it mean?"

Vivi gazed at him calmly, her smile gentle. "Well… ask my dad about it," she said. "We've reached—this is our room."

Auren and Vivi stepped inside.

The room was a little different from Auren's. It had a sand-style architecture—warm and earthy. A large dining table stood at the center, made from straw and sand, decorated with peacock feathers and small handmade bird toys placed all over. The room gave off a calm and tribal royal vibe.

Auren smiled gently, taking it all in.

Meanwhile, Vivi called out with a cheerful tone, "Dad! The boy is here!"

A head suddenly popped up from the dining table—smiling.

"Hi, kid! How are you?"

Auren screamed in fear and jumped behind Vivi.

Vivi turned to him casually, "Auren, that's my father."

Auren, still breathing heavily, shouted, "What?! Your father is a ghost or something?!"

Vivi stepped aside. "Look, he's normal now."

Auren, trying to calm himself, took deep breaths. "What was that, Vivi?!"

Vivi placed both hands on her waist, narrowing her eyes at her father. "Father, why do you always do this?"

Her father, trying to act innocent, replied with a fake gentle smile, "What are you talking about?"

Vivi turned toward the back room and shouted, "Mama! Father's scaring the guest again!"

From the next room, a woman stormed in. "Ravi! You again?! What kind of royal behaves like this? We have company!"

Ravi blinked innocently. "I didn't do anything—"

BANG!

A soft elephant toy hit him straight in the face.

"Okay, okay! I'm sorry!" he raised both hands in surrender, then turned to Auren. "So, kid—what's your name?"

Auren, still a bit shaken, replied, "I'm Auren. From Ryuki City."

Ravi leaned forward, curious. "Tell me your full name, boy."

Auren looked down for a moment, then answered quietly, "I'm Auren Ryuki."

Ravi's eyes lit up, charm spreading across his face. "So… a Ryuki is here. Well, then—greetings from the Ramans!"

Auren nodded politely."Thank you… I want to know more about this 'river civilization.' What exactly does it mean?"