From the vast blanket of the sea, a vessel drifted closer to the ocean's edge, dark smoke rolling into the morning sky.
The sound of the ship rolled forth before its presence, shattering the peaceful silence of the aftermath, even stirring Nirruern in his sleep, but he merely turned, drenching himself deeper in slumber.
After a while, the ship reached the port and people started disembarking—faces both known and unknown.
They were greeted by the Knights of Luinngard who were still able to walk. Commander Sheer limped on one leg, even with the assistance of a cane, and walked over to meet the people who touched the harbor.
The moment he drew closer, his entire visage froze and he stood straight, disregarding the injury he bore. His face hardened, stripped of all emotion. His subordinates, who had been beside him, couldn't help but exchange confused glances, but the Knight Commander's sudden composure caused them to fall in line with the stern atmosphere.
