Familiar Fog

Within the mist that blanketed the entire sea like an endless veil of gauze, the Deep Sea Church's Tides and its two escort ships began entering the area illuminated by the spirit flame "torch." Their forms gradually became clear in the fog, and their outlines, which had seemed to tremble and undulate under the influence of the border environment, steadily stabilized beneath the firelight.

As for the sailors aboard the Tides, they sensed even more obvious changes during this process—the soaring Eerie Green Flame was like a beacon that brought order. The ever-present fog of the border seas miraculously receded near that lighthouse, and as they drew closer to the firelight, the faint noises and whispering voices in the surrounding environment also weakened. These were changes the sailors, who had patrolled near the Eternal Veil for years, had never experienced before.

On the forecastle deck of the Lost Homeland, Vana frowned slightly and listened intently, as if distinguishing distant sounds from the wind. Then she nodded to Duncan. "Commander Sandra of the Tides sends you his greetings and respects. He asks what our next move will be."

Duncan nodded. "We'll enter the dense fog once the Rest in Peace and the Restless arrive. Make sure not to leave the Flame Lighthouse's illuminated range."

Vana immediately relayed the captain's orders to her fellow Church members. Duncan, meanwhile, found this "spiritual communication," through which she could contact nearby Deep Sea believers simply by meditating and praying, quite interesting. After watching curiously for a while, he seemed to recall something else. "Come to think of it... shouldn't the Lost Homeland really have a radio installed?"

"If you intend to use it in safe seas, there's no problem. But if you intend to use it here at the border... it won't be reliable," Vana