The Leviathan Mariner pulled away from the shore as the anchors were raised. The mist in the harbor slowly dispersed, pierced by beams of light that cut through it like blades.
With the pressure of the chains released, the ship surged forward with a thunderous sound, living up to its name.
Lanterns across the deck flared to life. Within them burned fierce white flames that tore apart the darkest corners of the vessel.
Rosacer stood at the starboard rail, his gaze fixed on the endless ocean beyond.
Mist curled over the water, and from within it, the reflections of unseen eyes followed the ship's silhouette.
'I would be lying if I said I am not afraid,' he admitted inwardly.
The sea was calm now, but he knew better. Soon it would remind them why these waters were feared.
With his posture bent, Rosacer turned back toward the harbor.
Mist City was already fading, swallowed slowly by the fog.
