The battered ship sailed across the sea for seven days and seven nights.
Though its hull creaked constantly and seawater kept seeping into the cabins,
this vessel, which should have sunk long ago, simply refused to go down. Under the Drunken Captain's control, it remained steady throughout the voyage.
During this time,
Congreve Newton remained inside a sealed cabin, drafting a document that represented the Holy City's most advanced Steam Technology. He paid no attention to the voyage.
Han Dong also spent most of his time meditating, deeply studying A Brief History of the Void.
He had asked about their destination several times, but the captain's only reply was, "We should be there soon."
On the morning of the eighth day,
Han Dong awoke from his dream with a strange feeling.
His connection to the deep sea had weakened significantly, even though they were clearly sailing through ocean waters... which suggested that they had left the sea controlled by the "deep sea."
When he hurried onto the deck,
the surrounding waters were already shrouded in dense white mist.
The skull candles previously cast into the sea by residents of The-Nameless-City had drifted to the front of the ship, serving as guides.
Before long, Han Dong caught a scent he knew all too well. Too well! It was the smell he used to notice the moment he stepped into the manor... the scent of ghouls.
Only, the smell here was far stronger. Just breathing it in made him feel as though he had stepped into a tomb.
"Have we finally arrived?"
Amid the fog,
a harbor lit by Candle Flame slowly emerged.
Large numbers of ghouls stood at the harbor entrance and along the shore. They were not there to welcome incoming ships, but for another purpose.
They held fishing-rod-like tools