Driven by the scars and lessons of past events, the Horizon's Call now sailed into a great, black stretch of ocean where the deep blue grew colder and more enigmatic with every hour.
At the prow, Seraphine stood staring toward the horizon that melted into a large, inky expanse. Early light of dawn battled to pierce the thick, gray clouds as a cold wind whirled across the deck, bearing a hint of an old warning.
Unquestionably, there was tension in the air—a shared awareness that something historic was waking beneath the surface—even as the crew busied themselves with last inspections before sailing into these unknown waters.
Ever her relentless protector, Rowan walked silently. Though he appeared to be serene on the surface, his eyes revealed a great concern reflecting the choppy waves below. "Seraphine," he whispered softly, "the deep is restless today.
