Silas leaned forward, his weathered face illuminated by the flickering candlelight. "Nothing in Blood Bay is free. That deck... it’s v1.0. The first version. The one they said was lost when the SS Marigold went down. They say the cards don't just tell stories of the past—they rewrite them."
"I downloaded the history, Silas," Elias whispered, his eyes wide. "The digital archives... they were incomplete. But this physical deck? It’s the master key."
The rain didn’t just fall in Blood Bay; it hammered against the rusted corrugated metal of the docks like a drumbeat for the damned.
Suddenly, the image on the card began to shift. The Navigator’s eyes, once static ink, turned toward Elias. A cold draft swept through the room, extinguishing the candles. In the darkness, the cards began to glow with a sickly, crimson hue.