A gift from the friends across the sea(1)

The night was cloaked in pitch-black darkness, a veil so thick it felt as though the world itself had been swallowed by the void. Blake stood on the deck of the Roaring Axe, his hands resting on the cold railing as he stared out into the abyss.

He had always despised the dark; the inability to see what lay ahead filled him was nerve-wrecking.

Yet, tonight, that very darkness was an ally, as after all being unable to see ahead worked on both sides.