The half moon hung in the sky, casting its gentle light upon the tranquil ocean as if guiding a lone ship through calm waters. At the forefront of the vessel stood three individuals, their gazes fixed on the horizon.
"By this time, Damian and Kaelen should have already met Valentina," Han remarked, his voice carrying a sense of anticipation.
"We ought to make our way as well; we're already quite tardy," Ravos responded, exhaling a puff of smoke from his cigar as he sat upon the ship's railing.
"Roland!" Han called out, issuing a command to his trusted companion.
"Yes, Captain," Roland replied, drawing his sword from its sheath—a mesmerizing blade that shimmered as brilliantly as the moon itself.
"Mirror Cloak," Roland proclaimed, thrusting his sword forward into the void before him.
