The cold wind howled as the ship sailed into the mist, the fog thickening with each passing moment. The crew moved in silence, their faces grim and their eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of what lay ahead. Elara stood at the bow, her hands gripping the railing as she stared into the swirling gray. The Blade of Eternity hung at her side, a silent reminder of the battles she had fought and the ones yet to come.
They had been sailing for days, leaving behind the familiar shores of Arcanum and venturing into the uncharted waters of the Shattered Sea. Their destination was the Isle of Shadows, a place whispered about in legends but seldom seen by mortal eyes. According to the ancient texts they had uncovered, the isle was said to be the birthplace of the Whispering Shadows, the place where their dark power had first taken root.