Steam Patrol

As the winds carry hints of lightning and thunder, a giant silhouette seems to emerge from the cloudy mist.
In these storm-shrouded dark skies, the very airs are signs of the wrath of heaven. And yet, this bold challenger dives ahead, an azure-gold shark that ruptures the nebulous haze. With a razor sharp bite and voltaic breaths, the lord of the deep now covets higher ground.
The vessel's wings of steel are a harbor for hope, a blueprint of the future traced through rising steam. If the deities above could see, perhaps they would also lend a knowing gaze.

How far should one fly, to hear the whispers of the gods?