10 Days Before the Events of Orion
The ocean was restless; waves over twenty meters high crashed with brutal force against the rocky cliffs.
These waters seemed forbidden to any human endeavor: their depths, their fierce and unpredictable currents, and the raging climate made them impossible to sail, a natural barrier imprisoning mankind on land.
And before this spectacle of nature, standing tall atop a cliff, was a man with binoculars pressed to his eyes.
His features were fine and elegant, his cyan-colored hair a wild mess, a mystical ring glinting on his right hand, and a black coat with one sleeve fluttering in the wind, as though he lacked an arm.
That man, of course, was Sirius.
He stood alone, watching for the arrival of the duchy's forces.
Hours passed without the slightest anomaly. He tried again, but as the sun began to set, he decided to call it a day.
"Ronel should be here soon."
Sirius didn't wait for his partner to relieve him. He turned and left.
