The clouds in the sky suddenly shattered.
This immediately caught the attention of the fleet below.
However, because peace in the East Blue had limited their horizons,
the soldiers below and the leaders of the allied nations merely treated it as a strange spectacle at sea and did not grow wary.
Just as everyone looked up at the sky, captivated by the miracle above,
at some point,
the fragmented clouds suddenly became heavy.
The sky began to take on unnatural hues. Some areas were gloomy, while others were excessively bright.
The glittering sea had turned a murky gray beneath the changing sky and had begun to grow eerily calm.
The waves that had once gently rolled across the surface were now as still as dead water.
The drastic change in the surroundings
made the air over the sea seem filled with gravity, pressing down so heavily that people could barely breathe.
This sudden change naturally put the fleets of the five nations on alert.
Even though they had no idea why the sea had become like this,
the oppressive atmosphere around them, along with the restless seabirds flying alongside the fleet,
made everyone realize that something unusual was about to happen.
"Hey, Fried, what is going on with the sea and the sky? Why did they suddenly become like this?"
On the deck of a warship,
the vessel's highest-ranking commander sensed the oppressive atmosphere and hurriedly called for the oldest navigator aboard to ask about the situation.
"Reporting, sir, this is also the first time I have seen such a phenomenon.
Logically speaking, this looks very much like what happens before a tsunami.
But, sir, I have never seen it develop this quickly."
Feeling the same oppressive atmosphere,
the navigator named Fried watched the distant sea and sky through his