Their journey across the sea stretched on, and like the voyages before it, the ocean never failed to deliver its strange and awe-inspiring spectacles.
Massive creatures drifted or surged around them—monstrous sea serpents, flying whales, and other breathtaking leviathans that defied logic and stirred a quiet sense of awe among the crew. The sea felt alive in a way few places did. Wild. Unpredictable. Vast.
But this time, the voyage was smoother than any they'd taken before.
A large part of that was Tirien.
The merfolk warrior was often seen on deck, keeping a quiet watch over the waves. Occasionally, he'd dive beneath the surface without warning, vanishing for hours before surfacing again without a word. No one knew exactly what he was doing down there, but whatever it was… it kept their path clear. Almost blessed.
