Titanion Realm, the Trident Sea.
An endless sapphire sky stretched over an abyss of crushing black. Between these two infinities, a storm raged. Gale-force winds howled and monstrous waves crashed over the decks of the warships, sending them pitching and rolling through the churning chaos.
For Rendall, Drakthul, and the others, it was a terrifying, alien landscape. The violent sea was a beast, the hurricane winds a legion of Shadow-fiends, painting a terrifying and magnificent portrait of the Trident Sea's infamous power.
Yet for Marina, standing on the foremost point of the deck, it was just another day. She stood against the gale, perfectly serene, as if the wind and waves were nothing more than a summer breeze. No storm, it seemed, could ever faze her.
"Elder," a handler of the piranha-like scout fish whispered, hurrying to Rendall's side. "The fish up front were spooked by something. An unknown disturbance. Should we send a party to investigate?"
