The sea was calm under the full moon, its surface glowing like a sheet of silver.
A medium-sized ship floated quietly in the open waters, not too far from Emerald Cove Island. The night air was cool, with only the soft sound of waves brushing against the wooden hull.
On the deck stood a bald man with his hands behind his back. His expression was stern, his eyes steady and sharp. A faint sword aura wrapped around him like a warning, making the air feel heavier near him. He was a late-stage Foundation Establishment Expert, and his presence alone kept everyone on edge.
Behind him, on both sides of the deck, warriors of Kalingoot stood in two neat lines. Each man stood straight, not daring to move, their eyes focused on the sea ahead. Their armor glinted faintly under the moonlight
The bald man—Expert Heebyuk—narrowed his eyes suddenly. His senses picked up a disturbance in the air.
A moment later, a sharp whistle cut through the silence.
Something was approaching fast.
