The Horizon's Call gradually slid into a great body of water seeming to be beyond the reach of human knowledge. It crossed into an area where the known world started to fade into the unfathomable beauty of the deep. Though the water was now echoing with the sound of fresh starts, the storm's remnants clung to the ship like an old familiar blanket.
Every ripple on the surface of the water communicated a story of both suffering and hope simultaneously as the storm's wrath blasted the sky, eventually softening into a quiet evening.
Standing at the prow, Seraphine looked out to the horizon, where the black water's surface was touched by a light dark and uncertain. Every wrinkle on her face was a reminder of the previous events she had endured—the setbacks she had suffered in silence, the wins she had won with all of her will, and the sacrifices she had made for the sake of the group.
