The sun hung high above the azure expanse of the Myriad Reefs Sea Domain, casting glittering diamonds of light upon the restless waves. Cutting through the clouds like a celestial sword was the massive warship of the Fragrance Melody Sect. It was a vessel of white spirit-wood and gold filigree, humming with the power of wind-attribute arrays that propelled it forward with silent, majestic speed.
On the prow of the ship stood Hua Ling. The Young Sect Mistress looked nothing like the terrified girl who had been nearly captured months ago. She was clad in a suit of form-fitting silver light armor that accentuated her developing curves while offering robust defense. Her long black hair was tied back in a warrior's ponytail, and her eyes, once soft and uncertain, now held a glimmer of martial intent.
In her hands, she held a jade zither, smaller and more portable than the massive instrument her mother wielded, but no less deadly.
