The ship glided smoothly through the calm waters, its sails filled with the gentle ocean breeze. Lily walked along the deck in the middle of the night, enjoying the cool air and the serene sound of the waves lapping against the hull. The ocean stretched out before her, silent and deep, its surface shimmering under the pale moonlight. She looked up at the starry sky, her thoughts drifting along with the gentle rocking of the ship.
As she gazed at the stars, her eyes caught a glimpse of something unusual—a figure moving swiftly through the night sky, riding what seemed to be a flying sword. The figure, dressed in a black hooded cloak, was barely more than a silhouette against the stars, but it moved with purpose and speed.
