The ship groaned as restless waves of the abyssal ocean hammered its hull. The cloudy sky above was unusually calm, thin streaks of lightning snaking through it, accompanied by barely any sound, while the wind, too, seemed strangely subdued.
Yet the calm felt alien, like the hush before a storm.
At the forefront of the Blue Stalion, atop the raised deck, three individuals stood. A man clad in black, a woman adorned in silver, and an older bearded man with dreadlocked hair.
His deep blue breastplate lay hidden beneath a scaly cloak, thick leather pants wrapped his legs, and a bident rested across his back.
The older man's face bore a grim look, his hand already shifting, ready to reach for the weapon. "My Lady, you told us that you had friends waiting for your arrival," he said, his tone heavy, "but their naked killing intent tells me another story."
His deep blue eyes shivered as they fixed on the darkness ahead, their light dimming as he recognized the shifting forms there.
