The Call of Horizon sailed into a domain where even the recognized morning light seemed to quiver with expectation. Once quiet and deep blue, the water has changed into a patchwork of stormy grays and obsidian shadows.
Every wave that hit the hull held the weight of previous memories—of sacrifices made, hopes broken, and commitments forged in the furnace of time.
The ship would today journey into the mythological realm known as The Shattered Covenant, a planet where the legacy of the past is both questioned and resurrected, and where every shard of history is meant to come together as a beacon for the future.
Seraphine's shape was defined by low cloud cover in front. As she looked out over the choppy sea, the chilly, salty air, thick with the aroma of salt and mystery, brushed over her face. Darkened by numerous storms and tempered with optimism, her eyes mirrored the restless horizon.
