A spinning door of Spectral Flame suddenly expanded on the deck; then, the master of the Exiled Fleet stepped through the gate.
Tall and majestic, wrapped in Spiritual Fire, with eyes like torches, his very presence seemed like the incarnation of terror on the Endless Sea. Wherever his gaze fell, it seemed as if it could stir all the fires of the world.
Following the towering figure, an elegant woman dressed in a deep purple gown with waist-length silver hair and beautiful features, though slightly pale, stepped out. She closely followed behind Captain Duncan, her demeanor mysterious and graceful, as though she were an attendant.
Lawrence felt his heart pounding violently, his nerves stretched to their limit. He watched as Duncan approached him, and with each step the captain took, the indomitable Spectral Flame on Lawrence's body would flare up a bit more—until the captain stopped on the deck and he finally realized he should lower his head. "Captain."
