Navy Headquarters — Supreme Admiral's Office
Supreme Admiral Seraphel Dawn stood rigidly in his office, eyes scanning the newspaper article sprawled across his desk: "Obsidian Crown — A New Organization Emerges." The headline screamed chaos, but his expression remained calm, unreadable.
Rin Rin! The phone shattered the silence.
He picked it up, voice steady. "Seraphel Dawn here."
A frantic scream came through. "It's me! We're being hunted—Navy soldiers are—"
The line went dead. Silence returned, heavy and suffocating.
Seraphel Dawn exhaled slowly, his gaze narrowing. "Burning them alive as an example, are they?" he murmured, voice low. "I believe the boss… is Sora."
Somewhere in the seas
Dravon Valenor stood aboard his ship, the waves slapping the hull with a relentless rhythm. The horizon was empty, but the air felt thick with danger. His hand rested on the hilt of his obsidian blade, eyes narrowing.
"It's no use…" he murmured to himself. "The Dominion cannot catch him… nor can we."
The ocean whispered around him, indifferent to the turmoil of men. Dravon's ship cut through the waters like a blade, chasing shadows that would never be fully caught.