The Frosted Lantern glided silently through the dark waters, its sails slack in the night breeze. Sabrina stood at the helm, her knuckles white as she gripped the wheel. The distant glow of lanterns marked the location of one of Robert’s auxiliary ships, anchored just outside a quiet Japanese port.

Miura stood beside her, her pink-and-black attire now cloaked under a darker, more practical layer. Her breath fogged in the chill air, her gaze sharp and predatory. “He thinks himself untouchable,” she said, her voice cold as the frost forming on the ship’s railing. “His arrogance will be his undoing.”

Sabrina shook her head, her voice low. “Miura, I told you. We can’t just go on a killing spree. This isn’t about him anymore. If we’re not careful, we’ll ignite something far worse than his wrath.”

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Miura turned to her, her expression unreadable. “And what would you have me do? Allow his men to continue their tyranny unchecked? Let them spill innocent blood because we fear the consequences of justice?”

“There’s a difference between justice and vengeance,” Sabrina snapped, her voice trembling with frustration. “And I’m not willing to sacrifice an entire nation’s peace for your vendetta.”

Miura’s eyes narrowed, but she said nothing. Instead, she stepped away from the helm, her hands glowing faintly as the frost around her thickened. “Stay here if you wish,” she said. “But I will not stand idle.”

Before Sabrina could respond, Miura leapt over the side of the ship, landing soundlessly on the icy water she had summoned beneath her feet. The frost carried her forward, a glimmering path leading toward the anchored vessel.