Steadily, the Horizon's Call drove into a domain where the sea churned with a wild, portentous fury. Once a calm dome of delicate pastels, the sky above has darkened into a chaos of turbulent grays and deep blues.
Turbulent gusts lashed over the deck as if pushed by an invisible hand, and great waves started to rise like the fists of old deities. The whole ship vibrated with the natural raw strength, a force that offered danger as well as the hope of resurrection.
At the prow, Seraphine stood staring toward the horizon as the storm loomed. Every line on her face conveyed tales of past fights—of storms withstood, losses lost, and hard-won wins. But at this time, her face was one of steely determination as the first signs of a brewing storm swept over the depths.
