The sun rose, casting a golden glow across the ship's deck. The crew members bustled with activity, their footsteps echoing against the wooden planks as they prepared for the final approach to Crystalia. The vibrant city was within sight, and anticipation filled the air.
Meanwhile, in the room where Damian and Kaelen were packing their belongings, a sense of urgency filled the air.
"Where did it go?" Damian exclaimed, frantically searching through their scattered belongings.
Kaelen sighed, trying to maintain a sense of calm amidst Damian's frenzy. "Whoa, calm down. We need to pack quickly, not unpack. What are you even searching for?"
Damian paused, his brows furrowed in frustration. "The magic crystal. It's missing," he replied, his voice filled with concern.
