The horizon was a ribbon of pale yellow and indigo as the Horizon's Call slowed down in the early dawn's stillness. Following weeks of experiments, revelations, and the rekindling of long-forgotten stories, the crew now assembled on deck with serious faces.
The recent journey into the unknown had tried them beyond measure; in that furnace of suffering, one truth had crystallized in every heart: togetherness was their greatest power. Under a sky painted with the promise of a new day, Seraphine was ready to lead her crew in an oath binding them to their common fate.
Standing at the forward rail, Seraphine fixed her eyes on the large, unchanging sea in front of her. Every difficulty they had experienced—the wrath of ancient guardians, the ghostly voices in the mist, the enigmatic relics discovered in secret coves—seemed to pulse in sync with her own heartbeat.
