Black thunder rolled through the lead-gray clouds as the Stormrider pitched like a leaf in the wind, tossed violently by the raging seas. Water mixed with shards of ice flooded the deck, whipped by the gale and striking the soldiers' armor with sharp cracks.

Though Tristan was holding onto the mast, his tailored coat soaked through with seawater, he still stood tall. When he looked ahead at the island's outline growing clearer through the storm, his frown suddenly relaxed, and his gaze sharpened with newfound hope.

"Your Highness, it's Elysium Isle. We've arrived," Milton exclaimed excitedly.

Even this shrewd elderly steward couldn't hide his elation. After their long voyage through three sea monster attacks and two occasions when they'd lost their way, the expedition had finally found the legendary island when all hope seemed lost.

Elite soldiers rushed to the deck, staring at the distant land bathed in golden light. At last, they broke into the cheers they had held back for so lo