The ship drifted quietly across the dark sea, its sails pulling steady against the wind. The salt air was cool, heavy with the smell of brine. Razeal leaned against the railing, his sharp eyes fixed on the endless horizon, though his mind was elsewhere. For a long while he said nothing, until finally he turned slightly toward the old man sitting at the far edge.
"I heard…" Razeal began slowly, his tone calm but probing, "that Atlantis uses a completely different kind of power system. Something not like magic or aura at all." His gaze narrowed as he studied Yograj's expression. "Is that true?"
The old man, who had been lost in his own heavy thoughts just moments before, blinked. The weight in his eyes shifted as though Razeal's words had shaken him from those lingering regrets. He rubbed at his temple, then gave a low chuckle.
