On the sea wreathed in mist, the ship sailed in silence, and the sailors on deck watched the surrounding fog with uneasy, nervous eyes.
According to the captain, they were in The Mists to search for a ship—a ship that had sunk no one knew how long ago, yet had surfaced again.
The sailors knew what that meant. What they faced was no living thing.
However, Lord Ryan's attendants were also aboard. Even without warhorses, they were still soldiers of one of the world's finest Extraordinary Legions, standing guard not far away.
And the Misty Sea seemed utterly still. The Parrot had wandered the surface for two days, and never mind a ship—they had not even seen a fish beneath the water.
The only ripples were the waves left behind after the ship passed, quickly smoothed flat again.
No sound, no sunlight, no movement at all. There was only that faint mist, shrouding the sea and this ship that was growing more and more silent.
With the sea showing no sign of activity, the sailors naturally no longer felt their initial excitement.
"Where exactly is that Undead ship?"
The sailors were bored out of their minds. Back when they had still been in another world, the sea had never looked this gentle.
The sailors were still discussing it, but Nolan, the helmsman of the ship, gradually broke out in a cold sweat. The veins in his arms bulged, and he felt the wheel beneath his hands slipping out of control.
Damn it, this feeling was usually something that only appeared when sailing on a storm-tossed sea. Why was it happening here? The ocean they were on now did not have so much as a single wave.
Nolan found it harder and harder to hold on.
"Captain!"
He roared, drawing everyone's