The modified iron-wood spirit vessel cut through the final stretch of turbulent waters, leaving the chaotic currents of the Black-Tide Region behind. As the days passed, the oppressive grey clouds began to thin, replaced by a sky of soft, pastel blues. The biting salt spray of the open ocean gave way to a warmer, sweeter breeze, carrying with it the unmistakable scent of blooming jasmine and spirit-cherry blossoms.
A week after the slaughter at the Crimson-Fang Sea Fortress, the destination appeared on the horizon.
