Since then, Arata swore that he would one day take revenge on the Naval Dominion of the world.
He spent his entire life carrying regret — the regret of being too weak to protect anything… and too late to change anything.
{Back to Present}
The battlefield roared like Hell unleashed.
Fists collided with steel, waves crashed, smoke rose like dying ghosts. The sky burned red.
Kenny's cloak whipped in the wind, eyes sharp.
Kenny: Silka, bind all the Tremor Pirates into your Starcage. I'll teleport them onto the ship and set sail.
Silka: Yeah!
Arata heard those words.
His eyes shimmered — tired, but soft.
Arata (tear-eyed): Thanks… for keeping my last wish, lil brother.
Swish!
The Starcage of blazing starlight expands, engulfing the Tremor Pirates mid-battle. Panic erupts instantly.
> "What the hell?!"
"Why is Ashveil against Tremor?!"
A swirling portal of darkness forms beneath their feet, space bending inward.
Man (shaken): Yeah… it's definitely Ashveil Kenny…
TELEPORT!
In a blink — they reappear on the Tremor ship.
Silka leaps back across to the Ashveil vessel, ropes snapping free as she raises the sails.
The Ashveil ship begins to move — pulling away from the war below.
Kenny stands at the stern, watching Arata grow smaller in the smoke and flame.
Kenny (voice low, breaking): Goodbye… Arata.
The wind carries his words.
And somewhere behind him — Arata smiles, heart heavy, but proud.