Hobart truly felt that the captain was not joking. The enormous storm they had encountered was very likely the storm that had created the Stormy Sea.
And there might have been a Saint aboard that ship. He had sensed the changes in the Underworld and the Spirit World, which was why he had said that.
Of course, the Sailor before them did not yet know that he already counted as a Spirit World Creature. But did their captain have such a concept?
Hobart's calm-faced lie worked, and that surging sense of fear did not continue to spread.
The Sailor smiled as well. "We are all serving the great Lord of the Undead!"
"Yes, after all, He is 'the final destination of all living beings'!" Hobart affirmed again. "It is merely that our duties differ."
The Sailor no longer had any doubts. "I hope that when we meet again, we can chat a little longer. Goodbye, you two."
Hobart smiled. "Goodbye."
He and Alger could still feel the Sailor's gaze upon them, so they could only remain composed and leave one step at a time.
Only after the fog blocked their view, and the "thump, thump, thump" sounds began again, did the two quicken their pace. In the end, they simply broke into a run.
After running for over ten minutes, they saw a patch of two-dimensional space ahead. After cautiously circling around it, they finally heard familiar birdsong from the forest.
After running a few more steps, they finally saw towering cumulonimbus clouds, a deep blue sky, and dense woods.
To their surprise, they discovered that they were actually inside the Elven Race ruins.
They swiftly left along the path they had taken. More than an hour later, they finally returned to the beach where they had landed.
Looking back