Shadow's Essence
Midday - Vaelthorne Harbor Approaches
Lord Commander Marcus Thorne stood on the flagship's deck, studying the crystalline spires that rose from the eastern kingdom like impossible dreams made manifest. Eight weeks of ocean crossing had brought them to waters that no western fleet had ever challenged, carrying war across vast distances for the chance to reclaim what had been lost.
"Signal the fleet," Elaric commanded, his shadow magic coiling around him with anticipation that had been building for two years. "Battle formations. Whatever reception awaits us, we meet it with overwhelming force."
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