Alex and Alexa remained near the front of the yacht, their eyes scanning the surrounding sea. Dozens of ships floated in all directions—some modest and tactical, others grand and flashy with banners flapping in the sea breeze. Yet still, there was no sign of Seojun.
"He's not here yet," Alexa murmured, her gaze narrowing slightly.
"He'll come," Alex replied calmly, but even he continued to glance toward the far horizon.
Suddenly, the distant horn of a ship echoed across the water.
A new vessel appeared—sleek, black, and marked with silver and crimson. Its tall sail bore a sharp emblem: a coiled serpent wrapped around a spear, dripping with silver ichor. Above it flew a dark green flag lined with golden stars—The Black Oath, one of the most notorious guilds in the North American continent.
