Though the three moons were veiled by thick clouds, the sea was not swallowed by complete darkness.
Somewhere far away, a flying island hovered above the waters. Unlike the Dragon Boats brimming with merchants, pirates and wanderers, this place was quieter. Yet, it was not abandoned. Dozens of ships anchored against the colossal boulders that jutted from the waves below the island, their lamps glowing faintly. The waters shimmered with pale radiance as countless luminescent fish swam in schools beneath the surface, scattering light like stars fallen into the sea.
It was a strange blend— silence above, yet life thrumming faintly below.
Many captains, however, were frustrated. Though they had come all this way to reach the island, they could not dock properly.
Hovering above the anchored fleet, a man in a loose yellow robe balanced effortlessly on a flying sword. His expression was carefree, his tone even more so as he addressed the sailors below.
