From then on,
no one sang in the storm anymore.
It was as though the scene described in an elven poem had come to life. Even the usually carefree fairies had finally fallen into deathly silence.
Bright patches of light appeared across the sea, but they were not the light of life being born. They were the light of destruction. No one sang anymore. The fairies silently watched their homeland struggle beneath its final calamity.
But it was useless.
The entire Shoal Sea was being swallowed by that enormous vortex that nearly filled the entire field of vision between heaven and earth, dragged bit by bit into the abyss.
After this day, the Shoal Sea would become history.
Everyone understood this.
Everyone turned their eyes toward Tata. After Talamus, Miss Thumb, the guardian of the Ice Sea and the fairy lord, had left this world, she was the de facto master of the Shoal Sea.
Tata said nothing.
Such a desperate scene was reflected in her eyes. Her pale fingers clutched the ship's railing so tightly that they nearly sank into the wood.
"Miss Tilias."
The Mist Elder spoke heavily.
"There's no need to say anything else, Teacher. I understand."
Before he could speak, Tata had already refused him. She turned around and shook her head at her teacher, then shifted her gaze to the short, stout Tirmosian behind her.
"Elder Kaip..."
"Wise One."
"I'm leaving the fleet to you..."
"My lady..."
Tata shook her head at him, signaling that he did not need to speak.
"If you meet Mr. Brando next time, please give him the Vein of the Leaf Crown for me."
Elder Kaip froze for a moment before solemnly nodding.
"Thank you..."
she said softly.
"Miss Leisimeca, Miss Kaya, look! What is that?"
In the hills