The sea smelled of salt and opportunity. Kael stood on the docks of Sayo, the sun glinting off his new lightning-infused sword at his side. Before him sat a modest ship, sturdy but fast—a vessel built for storm and speed. Loki floated beside him, sparks dancing along his form. "Master, this is your first command. You are now officially captain." Kael smirked, eyes narrowing with ambition. "Deckhand no more. Time to build a crew that matches my ambitions."
Ylva's frost lingered on the railing as she leaned casually. "And how many recruits are we planning to take?" she asked, silver eyes gleaming. Kael's grin widened. "Four at most. Everyone will have a role. Deck work, navigation, maintenance… all enhanced by Dajin-powered efficiency." Fjorn twirled in the air, circling Kael. "And each one will bring something… unique?" Kael laughed. "Exactly. We don't need ordinary. We need personalities that clash, challenge, and inspire."
The first steps onto the ship were ceremonial. Kael flexed the blade, letting it hum with lightning. "We sail at dawn," he said. "First goal: hunt high-tier Dajin, test the crew, and gather resources for the next trial." Ylva raised an eyebrow. "Already chasing trouble?" Kael shrugged. "Trouble finds us anyway."
The deckwork moved smoothly. Sails unfurled as Dajin power lifted cargo, adjusted rigging, and steadied the rudder with precision. Kael watched, satisfied. "This is just the beginning. Each new companion will shape this ship, and each journey will make us stronger."
Above, lightning flared faintly along Kael's wings, a storm waiting to strike. On the horizon, a shadow moved across the water, massive and ominous. A high-tier Dajin, radiating raw power, observed the ship from afar. Kael tightened his grip on the helm, eyes gleaming. The first test of the Storm Dragon's crew at sea was about to begin.
The shadow shifted, revealing jagged fins and glowing crimson eyes. The Dajin wasn't just watching—he was preparing to strike.