On the surface of the sea, a large, black-sailed ship cut through the waves, flanked by an honor guard of seven swift boats.
Upon the large ship, men dressed in black stood in solemn silence.
In the middle of the deck sat a grand preceptor's chair.
Seated upon it was a handsome man.
He was dressed entirely in white, as if enveloped by the color. Even the sword leaning against his chair had a white hilt and a white scabbard.
The only exception was the pair of black gloves he wore on his hands.
His fingers tapped lightly twice on the armrest of the chair before he slowly spoke.
"The time is almost upon us. Bring them to me."
As soon as he finished speaking, men in black emerged from the cabin, dragging a young man and woman, both covered in blood.
The pair was forced to kneel before the man. Though they lacked the strength to resist, they defiantly straightened their backs and glared at him with fury.
The young man shouted in anger:
