Sailing forward, the Horizon's Call's silhouette was a dark promise against a sky laden with unsaid omens. Uncharted seas were before them like a large, stormy canvas on which the past and the future would soon clash.
Every minute of the crew's trip had been silently tense since they had promised their togetherness and accepted the tradition of the deep. Now, as the wind began to shift and the water's surface rippled with a restless restlessness, it became evident that the ocean was preparing for its next challenge: a storm that would not only challenge the weather but also force everyone on board to confront the harsh, unrelenting reality.
At the prow, Seraphine stood staring toward the far horizon as heavy clouds started to form. Every wave that struck the hull spoke tales of ancient might and tremendous sacrifice.
