The wind brushes against your face as you stand at the harbor, the sun glinting off calm waves that stretch endlessly toward the horizon. Footsteps approach, firm yet graceful, and when you turn, you find Bismarck pondering softly, her long golden hair swaying with the breeze.

"The Sirens have made no further movements in the seas of the Crimson Axis. I have heard nothing from the Eagle Union, either."