On the deck of a massive ship shifting through the waves, a young lady with golden hair stood in armor made of illuminating light.
The wind pulled at her hair and cloak, yet she stood firm, hands resting lightly on the railing as her sharp golden eyes reflected the restless sea below.
The ship she stood on was one of the largest on the waters. It made the waves seem distant, its structure like a small city floating across the ocean. Around it were many smaller ships, each a behemoth in its own right, yet as far as the eye could see they were simply escorts, each carrying soldiers and the flags of her family.
This was the naval force of House Brightwater.
Far ahead on the horizon, where the ships bearing her house crest ended, a different class of vessels was already engaged. They blasted magic and artillery toward the demon continent without pause.
