The modified iron-wood spirit vessel cut through the turbulent cloud layers of the Myriad Reefs Sea Domain like a phantom shark, its hull glistening with the damp sheen of the ocean mist. Three weeks had passed since they departed Red Coral Island, three weeks of relentless travel across a seascape that grew increasingly hostile and chaotic. Below them, the azure waters had darkened to a bruising indigo, churning with the violent currents of the "Black-Tide Region," a lawless stretch of ocean that served as a buffer zone between the territories of the Righteous Alliance and the Abyssal Trench Coalition.
