As Sylar navigates the treacherous Sea of Spirits, amidst the crimson fog and the brewing storm, she is escorted by ghostly ships, their tattered sails billowing in the wind... As she nears the desolate port of a forgotten city, ancient armors leap from the vessels, bowing before her in solemn reverence.

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LONG TEXT (Lore):

Sylar crosses the Sea of Spirits, enveloped in a dense red fog as a storm intensifies the darkness under the full moon. On the horizon, other ships emerge with torn sails and deteriorating hulls, crews dressed in ancient armor lining the decks. Were they prepared for an imminent battle? The two ships escort Sylar and the ferryman, giving the impression that they were awaiting her arrival.

The ferryman remarks, "It seems they're waiting for you, my lady... we're almost there." As she approaches the coast, Sylar disembarks in an ancient port of a worn-down city. The armors leap off the ship toward her, and she brandishes her sword defensively.

The armors kneel in reverence to the Empress. "We are at your command..." Perplexed, Sylar questions the ferryman, who is already receding on the horizon: "Whose army is this, ferryman?" He responds with an enigmatic smile: "Hehe... they are the shadows of a great empire, now just empty husks... they are yours."

To be continued....

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