Night.
In a certain area of the sea, a large ship sailed steadily under the dim glow of the moon. The waves lapped gently against the hull, and the salty breeze carried a sense of calm across the deck.
A girl slowly walked toward a man standing at the front of the ship. He stood with both hands clasped behind his back, dual falcatas resting on either side of his waist, his gaze fixed on the night sky above.
"Sir Vane?"
Vane glanced up at the night sky, his expression thoughtful. "Hmm? Yes, Fayna?"
Fayna stopped at a respectful distance, her posture attentive. "Sir Vane, everyone is waiting in the meeting room for the briefing on our plan for the upcoming mission."
"Mm." Vane nodded, still focused on the night sky. "Has everyone already eaten?"
"Yes, Sir Vane. Our team has already eaten."
"Good." Vane nodded again. "You go ahead. I'll be there within five minutes."
