On that freezing night, As snow and rain took turns falling from the heavens…
The Imperial Fleet neared its destination ..
A fact we confirmed the moment a thick fog swallowed the entire fleet.
That fog was a signature of Shezclar Bay, the gateway to Ultras territory.
Entering it meant only one thing:
We had arrived.
Standing at the bow of the lead ship,
We all gathered behind Bloodmader,
Who stared silently into the horizon with his empty white eyes.
The silence was eerie ..
Beyond the creaking wood and crashing waves, No one dared make a sound.
It was a moment of pure tension and focus.
A strange phenomenon, As ten thousand men fell into perfect silence at once.
We were now officially within enemy land.
Everyone knew…
This calm wouldn't last long.
Slowly, I clenched my fist, Feeling a violet light begin to swirl within my eyes.
I could sense them.
And so could every warrior on this ship.
The enemy.
Hundreds—no, thousands—of auras closing in around us.
