Orimo leaned back in his chair aboard the ship, the night ocean stretching endlessly beneath the pale glow of the moon. He had just finished eating, savoring the rare moment of peace. Waves lapped gently against the hull, a quiet rhythm that seemed to promise a calm night.
Then—wham!—a paper fluttered across his face, landing on the deck with a soft thud.
Curious, he picked it up. The message sent a shiver down his spine:
**"Obsidian Crown—A new organization rising against the navy, created by an unknown force.
Under its banner:
Sora Nithel (True Conqueror-level threat, or beyond)
Ryvos Thorn (One of the 8 Conquerors of the Sea)
Lyren Rain (Another of the 8 Conquerors of the Sea)
The boss, unknown… known only as the Empty Throne. Recognized as one of the True Conquerors of the Sea, replacing Dravon Valenor."**
Orimo's eyes narrowed, the moonlight reflecting off his sharp gaze. The quiet of the night seemed to thicken, as if the world itself was holding its breath.
"Obsidian Crown…" he murmured, the weight of the words settling in his chest. A new power was rising—one that could shake the balance of the seas.
For a moment, he simply stared at the horizon, waves shimmering with silver light, thinking of what this meant. The future was no longer just a distant thought—it was arriving, and it was roaring like a storm on the horizon.