As the Horizon's Call pushed forward into a domain where the light of day hardly penetrated the blackness, the wind howled through the rigging. Above, thick, choppy clouds rolled their changing shadows over waves crashing with unrelenting ferocity. Its mood gloomy and ominous, the water seemed to have risen from a lengthy sleep.
For weeks, the team had faced challenges and unearthed ancient mysteries; now, on the brink of a new, uncharted territory, they sensed the power of destiny gathering strength.
At the front, Seraphine's black eyes were combing the roiling seas. Every line of her worn face showed the signs of former struggles—the scars of unrelenting storms, the quiet sorrow of lost souls, and the strong will created from solidarity.
