Beidou

The Alcor cut through the waves with practiced grace, its crimson sails billowing against the morning breeze as Liyue Harbor came into view. The ship’s hull groaned softly as it neared the docks, the seasoned crew already in motion—ropes coiled, anchors readied, voices calling out in rhythm.

Beidou stood near the prow, one hand on her hip, the other raised in signal. “Slow her down. Bring her in clean.”

The great vessel eased into place with barely a jolt, guided by the sharp hands of the Crux Fleet. Dockworkers scrambled to secure the mooring lines as the gangplank dropped with a solid thud.

From the deck, Beidou surveyed the bustling harbor, her gaze steady and sharp. “We’re home—for now,” she muttered, before stepping ashore.