Since ancient times, no expert had failed to take an interest in the Nether Sea.
Durahan's library recorded stories of adventurers setting sail to explore the Nether Sea.
Just like the oceans of the real world.
The unknown always gave birth to countless fantasies and legends.
Gods hid their eternal abodes deep beneath the ocean, watching every ignorant life-form that intruded into this unknown world. Meanwhile, elusive sea monsters prowled the shipping routes, regarding adventurers as the finest prey.
Some people had encountered giant squids.
Anyone tainted by the ink they sprayed would permanently lose their sight and never be able to see anything again.
Others had seen small islands floating on the sea, covered in flowers, grass, and trees. But before any ship could draw near, the island had actually moved into the distance... It turned out to be the back of a gigantic tortoise.
Still others had witnessed a tentacle stretching a hundred meters into the air from beneath the water.
With a gentle push.
A massive ship would immediately capsize.
Of course.
There were also mermaids with beautiful singing voices, Giant Whales capable of swimming along rainbows all the way into the sky, Colored Butterflies that could create tsunamis with a few flaps of their wings... as well as those Ghost Ships floating on the sea, forever rich in stories.
There were no safe routes across the Nether Sea.
Endless churning waves, endless gales and torrential rain, and abnormal situations that could appear at any time and anywhere.
If one day.
You discovered a place of calm waters on the Nether Sea.
Be careful!
Hell Gate was nearby!
These were Durahan's exact words from his notes, and beside them he had drawn a funnel-like symbol.
Of course.
Aside from terror and danger, legends of mysterious treasures naturally