As the Horizon's Call sliced over seas blacker than midnight and more enigmatic than any recorded sea, the dawn was a delicate promise. The crew now sailed into a domain where even the light of day fought to pierce the depths after everything they had suffered—the storms, the ancient vows, the discoveries of lost towns. Here, in the relentless core of the abyss, the water seemed to murmur secrets only audible to those with courageous, joined spirits.
At the front, Seraphine's profile was defined against the weak, uncertain early morning light. Her eyes, weighted with memories of previous struggles and lit by the possibility of fresh beginnings, searched the infinite space.
Every wave that smashed on the hull held the weight of lost pasts; every gust of wind seemed to whisper in a language older than time.
Today, she understood the ocean will reveal to them its darkest secret—a truth buried in the dark, secret core of the abyss.
