The sea stretched endlessly under the pale light of the afternoon, calm and quiet, broken only by the slow creak of the Marine ship drifting across its surface. The air was cool, carrying the faint scent of salt and something colder something that seemed to follow Kuzan wherever he went. He sat lazily on the deck railing, one leg hanging over the edge, his sleep mask pushed up as usual, his eyes half-lidded as if he had just woken up, even though he had been there for hours. To anyone else, he looked completely at ease, like a man with no worries in the world. But that was never really true. Not for someone in his position. Not for someone who had seen as much as he had. Still, there were moments like this rare, quiet moments where things felt almost simple again.