The Dadangar Subcontinent sea was calm, but the night was not.
Gray clouds drifted low, hiding the stars and the moon. Only faint bits of starlight slipped through here and there, and whenever those weak lights touched the lone figure walking across the water, he looked even more unsettling.
A thin man in a loose black robe made his way toward Emerald Cove. His steps were slow, as if he had all the time in the world.
The robe hung loosely on him, making his already thin frame appear almost skeletal. His skin was pale, his lips dry and cracked, and the wrinkles on his neck didn't match the rest of his face, which suggested he wasn't as old as he looked.
His eyes, however, were the most striking. One was an icy blue, the other pitch-black. Under the faint light, the two colors made his face look like it belonged to someone half-dead.
