The ship surged forward with full speed, its sails billowing in the wind. The anticipation of reaching Crystalia, a land of mythical beauty, filled the air. Damian and Roland stood on the upper deck, their faces alight with excitement. Damian could feel the breeze sweeping through his hair, gently pushing it back as he gazed ahead, his eyes fixed on the distant horizon.
They were drawing nearer to Crystalia with each passing moment, sailing through a breathtaking archipelago of small islands that dotted the vast expanse of the sea.
Meanwhile In a small cabin with a table at its center and shelves filled with scattered paper documents, Han frantically searched through the disarray. Papers flew into the air as he tossed them aside with both hands, his frustration evident. Suddenly, he noticed Kaelen standing nearby and called out, "What are you doing standing there? Come here!" Han forcefully grabbed Kaelen and dragged him towards the chaos.
