Under a sky weighed with whirling dark clouds, the Horizon's Call sailed into a turbulent sea. Following the magical meeting with the Lost Guardian and the teachings of oneness ingrained in every heart on board, a fresh obstacle started to stir—one that would try the very ties keeping them together.
The crew had worked to repair the ship and their damaged spirits for weeks, but the ocean was an erratic instructor. Its tone changed as randomly as the breeze, and now it promised challenges that would require them to face their personal anxieties as well as the power of their group will.
At the forward rail, Seraphine stood staring ahead at the horizon where the angry dance of stormy waves collided. Every crash of the wave felt like a heartbeat reflecting the ancient force of the ocean; the deep, black water before her appeared alive with restless energy.
