Midnight.
Over a silent sea.
Only the gently rippling surface reflects the silvery glow of the moon in the sky.
At the edge of the sea, a harbor can be seen. It's not a big harbor, with less than six ships moored there.
There are mostly small fishing boats.
Even the bustling port seems quiet at this midnight hour; most people have fallen asleep by now.
A massive ship, carrying a solemn shadow and a pungent stench of blood, sails towards the harbor.
It's almost approaching the harbor now.
Yet, the lighthouse at the harbor sends no signals, as if... it's been deserted for a while.
"Aren't we patrolling tonight?" a soldier of the Cohen Kingdom asked.
Another soldier angrily shook his head: "Damn it, my shoulder hurts too much to lift. Why should I patrol?
If you want to go, go yourself. I barely survived; I need to rest."
This soldier was wrapped in many bandages, especially on the shoulder. Obviously, he had just retreated from the front lines, only fit for recovery.
