The dawn sunlight pierced through the thick mist enveloping the Northern Pearl, casting its rays on the city about to awaken.
Along the Terael River channel cutting through Tobesk, a cargo boat quietly followed the current, sailing from upstream to downstream. Not far away was the steel structure of the Disc Bridge, and Saint Delan Square was only a thirty-minute walk away.
Workers ready for their shift appeared at the small dock by the river, while on another boat in the distance, sailors awakened by the captain's urging prepared to scrub the deck before breakfast.
No one noticed that the mist surrounding the unremarkable cargo boat was denser than elsewhere. This was due to the golden Holy Grail placed beside the metal black coffin on the deck, perpetually generating fog.
