Passage to the Aegean Fortress

The Mediterranean was a vast, wind-whipped desert of indigo waves as *The Obsidian Sovereign* cut south-southeast at thirty-two knots. The superyacht’s dual gas turbines purred with suppressed fury, vibrating through the reinforced carbon-fiber hull like the heartbeat of a prowling beast. Above, the sky was a twilight canopy of bruise-purple and amber, the last rays of sun sinking behind the jagged peaks of the Peloponnese. In the state-of-the-art navigation bridge,…