A portal of spinning flames abruptly expanded on the deck, and afterward, the master of the Exiled Fleet stepped out from the gate.
Tall and majestic, wrapped in Spiritual Fire, his gaze as piercing as a torch, his very presence seemed a materialization of terror upon the Endless Sea, as if his gaze alone could ignite all the flames of the mortal world.
Following closely behind the imposing figure emerged an elegantly dressed woman in a deep purple gown, with silver hair flowing down to her waist and beautiful features that were slightly pale, closely following behind Captain Duncan, her demeanor mysterious and graceful like an attendant.
Lawrence felt his heart pounding furiously, his nerves were stretched to the limit as he watched Duncan approach, and with each step nearer, the unquenchable Spectral Flame on him flared more intensely—until the figure stopped on the deck, and he belatedly lowered his head, "Captain."