The Frosted Lantern sailed on into the night, leaving the icy wreck of the auxiliary ship behind. Miura stood at the bow, her hands gripping the railing as the wind carried her hair back. Sabrina approached her cautiously, the tension between them still palpable.

“You’re angry with me,” Miura said without turning around.

Sabrina sighed, leaning against the railing beside her. “I’m not angry. I’m scared. For you, for us… for what this could become.”

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Miura glanced at her, a flicker of vulnerability in her eyes. “I fight because I must, Sabrina. Because the world I live in offers no peace without blood.”

“And I fight to prove that there’s another way,” Sabrina said, her voice soft but firm. “We can win this, Miura. But we have to be smarter than them. We have to be better.”

Miura nodded slowly, her gaze returning to the horizon. “Then show me, Sabrina. Show me how we fight without losing ourselves.”

Sabrina placed a hand on Miura’s, her touch warm despite the cold. “Together,” she said. “That’s how we fight.”

The storm had passed, but the battle was far from over. And as The Frosted Lantern sailed into the unknown, both women prepared for the reckoning that awaited them.