The gentle lapping of waves against the boat's hull filled the air as it sailed through the vast, sunlit waters, carrying its passengers back toward the Empire of Light. The vessel, sturdy yet elegant, rocked slightly with each ripple of the sea, the rhythmic motion both soothing and monotonous. Above deck, Jason and Aidan were engaged in a tense conversation, the former having managed—through sheer patience and diplomacy—to ease some of Aidan's simmering frustration. Their classmates, though relieved at the temporary reprieve from Aidan's temper, had chosen to distance themselves, allowing the two to speak undisturbed. Meanwhile, below deck, in the quieter quarters of the ship, many of their companions were resting, oblivious to Aidan's lingering resentment.