Scene shifts to the navy warship fleet cutting across the waters toward the Land of Fire.
The ocean was restless, waves slamming against the hulls of eight massive warships, each one flying the white flag of the World Navy. Seagulls scattered at the thunder of their cannons being checked, soldiers lined in rows preparing for battle.
At the front stood Seraph Admiral — Seraphel Dawn.
He stood tall on the deck, his long white admiral cloak fluttering behind him like a flag of judgment. His eyes were fixed on the horizon, cold and steady.
A soldier approached, saluting sharply.
"Admiral… we will be reaching the destination soon."
Seraphel didn't respond at first.
He shifted his gaze toward the man sitting calmly near the edge of the deck — Sora Nithel, holding the mythical blade Shinkourai across his lap.
The sword shimmered faintly, like moonlight trapped in steel.
Seraphel spoke, voice calm but commanding:
"Are you ready, Sir Sora?"
Sora Nithel opened his eyes — tired, sharp, and full of experience.
"Always ready," he replied, tone steady, almost chilling.
Nearby, the three vice commanders stood together, the wind whipping against their coats.
Wen. Rui. Kao.
Silent. Focused. Unmoving.
This was no ordinary mission.
No patrol.
No routine arrest.
Their target was a monster.
Their mission: Capture the Devil Reincarnate — Orimo Kuzan.
Thunder rolled across the skies as the fleet advanced.
War was coming.