Next day.
The small Spirit boat sliced through the quiet waters under the pale evening sky.
The sea around Emerald Cove was calm as ever, but the air held a faint pulse of Spirit energy that could make any intruder's heart tremble.
A single figure stood on the narrow wooden deck. His name was Shuan.
His dark-green robe fluttered slightly as the wind brushed past. He had grown taller and sturdier over the years. His eyes gleamed with sharpness, but his lips curved into a faint smile that softened his face.
When the boat drifted within five hundred metres of the island's shore, it suddenly slowed down. No sound of oars or paddles could be heard, for it was a Spirit boat that moved without a driver, guided only by Spirit stones and intent.
