Alvara stood by the wide, arched window of her cabin, gazing out at the endless expanse of the sea. But her eyes seemed to look past it, lost in thought. It had been a week since she departed Sancta Vedelia, and now, at last, the shores of Utopia City could be seen.
The journey had been far longer than anticipated, despite the swift and well-equipped vessel that carried her. The delay was due to the resistance from Sancta Vedelia's forces. They had pursued the boat with a singular determination, their intent clear: to sink Utopia's prized ships.
Conflict was not confined to the seas; battles raged in Sancta Vedelia itself.
As an esteemed guest—no, a valuable asset—Durathiel Ruvelion himself had ordered the utmost precautions for her safety. The crew adhered to his commands with diligence, taking calculated detours through less-charted waters. These delays, though frustrating, were necessary to ensure her safety.
