As Grey stood lost in his thoughts, something in the distance caught his attention—a small black dot on the horizon. His senses immediately sharpened, and with a swift motion, he activated his Dragon Eyes. A subtle shift occurred, and his usual grey irises gleamed with an eerie purple light, thin, glowing tendrils of violet energy unfurling from his gaze. The moment he did, his perception expanded, zooming in on the distant speck, allowing him to see with an unnatural clarity.
The dot was not a mere trick of the light, but rather, a magic ship, cutting through the sky with purpose. As his focus honed in, Grey's heart skipped a beat. He could now make out a figure standing on the deck, facing the open sea. His long black hair billowed in the wind, and his posture was stiff, regal even.