The Horizon's Call vanished from the familiar embrace of known seas, leaving behind the consoling cacophony of Port Alnwick and the whispered past stories. Ahead of them was a world of mystery and promise, where the sky and water melted into one limitless painting.
Every crew member could feel it: a calling from unexplored areas where the sea hid mysteries older than memory itself, a stir in the deep.
Feeling the weight of her duties and the cold of the early morning air, Seraphine stood at the prow. Their experiences—ancient guardians, ghostly voices, the terrible price of sacrifice—had readied her for this moment.
She now experienced a mix of anxiety and excitement as the ship headed into seas unearth able to earthly eyes. The world ahead was unknown, where every cresting wave veiled the promise of rebirth and the rules of nature might be rewritten.
