The Call of Horizon sailed into a realm where even the known dawn light seemed to tremble with anticipation. Once calm and deep blue, the sea has transformed into a patchwork of stormy grays and obsidian shadows.
Every wave that struck the hull carried the burden of past memories—of sacrifices done, dreams shattered, and pledges forged in the fire of time. The ship would today travel into the mythical territory called The Shattered Covenant, a world where the legacy of the past is both questioned and revived, and where every shard of history is destined to link together as a beacon for the future.
Low cloud cover at the front characterized Seraphine's form. The cold, salted air, heavy with the scent of salt and enigma, caressed across her face as she gazed out over the tumultuous sea. Darkened by many storms and tempered with hope, her eyes reflected the restless horizon.
