Director Jems,

I read your words with interest and no small measure of appreciation for your conviction. It is no small matter to speak of Divinity, and rarer still to do so in earnest. Permit me, then, to offer my own reflection, drawn not from conjecture but from long immersion in the currents of faith.

You assert that the Sea, and thus Lord Neraeos, can be "avoided". That His realm is bound by shorelines and undone by evaporation. But such interpretations of His dominion mistake breadth for limitation, and transience for absence. The Sea is no prisoner of topography. Its reach is not one of mere geography, but of principle - and inevitability.

Tides touch every shore. Rains fall on every city. Rivers carve the bones of every continent. The Sea does not demand attention. It receives it, inevitably, as all things flow downward toward the source. Even the stone yields in time to its patience. That is not absence. That is eminence.

Where others forge dominion by force of will or iron chain, the Sea exerts its will through unrelenting presence. Its strength lies not merely in crash or flood, but in the quiet assurance that nothing resists it forever. And so His Charter does not speak of domination alone, but of expansion, of passion, of boundless pursuit. The Sea does not conquer by coercion - it calls, and those who answer are changed forever.

Your Lord, whom I do not name lightly, is a figure of profound stature. His strength is undeniable. Yet I find it telling that His strength must so often be proven through suffering, as if it were a torch whose light dims without constant fuel. The Sea does not burn - it endures. And in endurance, it prevails.

His throne is the tide. His dominion, the world entire. Not in struggle, but in certainty.

Oceanus comes. Whether one stands atop an isle or within a fortress, it reaches us all in time.

Signed,
Sentry Radakail

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Miraman, in the year 976 AF.