The hour of reckoning had arrived. The sea, vast and unyielding, would bear witness to a battle that would shape its dominion for decades to come. Two mighty fleets, bound by rivalry and ambition, converged upon the open waters—one sailing beneath the banner of the Confederation of the Free Isles, the other under the proud standard of the League of the Southern Romelian Houses.
A hundred and fifty-six warships, advanced toward one another, their prows cutting through the waves like blades poised for the kill. The prize was no mere island or fleeting victory—it was control of Harmway, the keystone of the trade routes, and with it, supremacy over the boundless sea, between the two continents
For the victors, glory and dominion; for the vanquished, ruin and exile upon the tides. And so, as the sun cast its golden glare upon the restless waters, war came to the sea.