The Rendering of Reactions

The Horizon's Call floated on a sea that seemed to be both grieving and celebrating the turbulent events of the evening before the storm. A delicate peace had settled over the ship as pale light slinked over the waves, highlighting the marks left by earlier hours. The deck of the ship, wet with salt and rain, still echoed the great force that had passed across it. And among it all, Seraphine stood at the bow, the Coral Crown still weighty on her brow—a living monument to the decisions she had taken.