Okay, picture a network of floating archipelagos, each island a supply depot—like miniature citadels that ferry grain, iron, and morale tokens via sky‑ships. The army rides the winds of a custom “wind‑rope” system: every legionary carries a small, weighted wind‑rope that, when pulled together, pulls a lightweight supply cart behind them, turning each marching column into a moving logistic hub. Training drills double as morale workshops: you rehearse a short epic chant every sprint, so the troops sing “Forge!” before each charge, reminding them their swords are part of a living myth. And don’t forget the tavern‑spirit: every quarter, a caravan of wandering bards and wandering craftsmen visits the front lines, trading stories and crafts for a dose of hope. The key is weaving the supply line into the army’s identity, so when the line breaks, the whole unit feels the loss—not just a shortage of bread but a fracture in their shared legend.