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anneling magic toward the distant shores of Scara, and twisted the runes on the ship to change course. The enchanted vessel groaned against the violent currents and slowly turned back toward the coast of Seraglo. The sea wyrms chased for a distance, then hesitated as they drew near shallow water, finally retreating into the dark depths. The Seraglo patrol mages watched in surprise, yet did not launch further attacks, merely maintaining their vigilance.

The journey back was no easier. The currents still threatened to capsize the ship, and his magic was nearly drained dry. When the hull finally touched the sand of the abandoned harbor, Kaisel stepped onto solid ground, his legs trembling from exhaustion. The salt wind swept over his face, and he turned his gaze toward the wilderness where the war raged.

He had given up the journey across the deadly strait for the time being. The secret in Scara still haunted him, and the danger had never faded. But he made his choice. He would stand with Dylan and the rest, holding the line against the dark horde.

The road ahead was still filled with blood and danger. But at this moment, he was no longer a lone fugitive running for a distant rescue. He returned to his old battlefield, ready to fight alongside those who shared his fate.