The morning after the great battle between Starhaven and Shadowvale Kingdoms dawns with skies cloaked in haze and the air reeking of ash, seawater, and magic. The waves, once a theatre of chaos and death, now laps gently against the ruined hulls of sunken warships and floating debris. Crimson feathers and shards of enchanted blackwood drift across the sea like ghostly relics. High above, no Phoenix soars, and no shadow bird cries. The sky finally falls silent.
Captain Adam Hook stands on the charred deck of his flagship, the Celestial Pirate, and watches the horizon with his good eye. The other has been scorched in the battle, now covered with a black silk patch. His coat, once dashing and flamboyant, hangs tattered from his frame, singed by fire and ripped by wind. Yet his stance is unbr
