Splash—splash—
Azure waves continuously struck the hull, only to shatter futilely into white foam.
A long-missed, refreshing sea breeze blew in from ahead of the ship, dispersing the dense fog surrounding it.
A strong gust lifted Anvis's Traveler's Cloak, making its brown hem flutter wildly in midair.
After a voyage of more than half a month, this strange black Three-Masted Sailboat had finally reached its destination.
Although he had traveled alongside Claire, the journey had seemed remarkably calm.
The only thing that had changed somewhat was the captain of this Black Ship.
Previously, the old sailor's face, covered in greasy wrinkles, had always worn a strange smirk.
But as the voyage continued, his smile gradually vanished.
In truth, even Anvis did not know exactly how far they had traveled.
After entering the depths of the Sea of Mist, an eerie foggy weather had engulfed the ship.
Dark blue deep waters concealed surging undercurrents, the magnetic field twisted in strange and chaotic directions, and the gray sky was tightly veiled by thick fog.
This was what sailors and crew feared most about the Mist Sea. Once an ordinary vessel accidentally entered the deadly fog in its depths, it was almost equivalent to receiving a death sentence.
No technique for discerning direction would work there, while blindly pressing onward would only lead them deeper into the sea through those bizarre currents.
Moreover, the fog blocked ordinary communication magic and the connections of magical items.
Other than certain special Artifacts capable of guiding one's direction, nothing could save them.
During these days, Anvis could only judge the time by the brightness of the fog and his magical pocket watch.
Today, this long voyage was finally about to come to an end.
Taking a deep breath of the salty, cool sea air, Anvis stood