The sea roiled with fresh wrath as the Horizon's Call surged into a perilous swath where darkness mixed with the glitter of far-off lightning. Driven by their pledges and the lessons of unity they had created among difficulty, the crew had sailed with wary hope for days.
Now, as if called by fate itself, a fresh threat surfaced—one that would try not only their physical strength but also the fundamental fabric of their shared consciousness.
At the prow, Seraphine stood with eyes closed against the stinging wind. Every wave that slammed the ship's hull appeared to resound with the promise of an approaching clash; the horizon was a jagged line of storm and shadow.
Her mind resonated with the pledge they had taken, the vow of unity, of relentless togetherness. Like a pulse. She determined today, the crew would show that they were a family, a last stronghold against the anarchy of the deep, not only survival.
