Surviving the Aftermath...

For many people in the city, this was absolutely a dreamlike day. Even after the ship had sailed out of the ice field for quite some time, a group of ragged old warriors still sat blankly on the deck, staring at the blue sea and sky...

Yesterday, everything had happened too quickly. Whether it was the disaster or the surprise that came after it, many people had long since given up on ever getting out. Even those who still held on to a sliver of hope knew how faint that hope was...

And yet, somehow, they had really made it out...

The gentle sunlight, the warm sea breeze, that sharp salty dampness—what a familiar yet distant feeling. At that moment, everyone had almost returned to the days when they had been sailors, first mates, or captains.

Everything they had experienced over the years felt like a nightmare, a long, drawn-out nightmare...

Many people even began to wonder whether they were truly in reality. Perhaps the nightmare had not ended yet... No, perhaps the cruel reality was still there, and what they were experiencing now was merely a beautiful dream...

Some even guessed that a group of evil spirits had infiltrated the ship, deliberately creating an illusion to make them believe they had escaped the nightmare, while in truth they were still trapped inside it...

However, although some people suspected this, even now nobody was willing to get up and search for those supposed evil spirits or pierce through the illusion.

Nobody wanted to move. At that moment, everyone's guesses and opinions differed, but their attitude toward the situation was astonishingly unanimous, because none of them could bear to leave the warm sea breeze on the deck.

Even if it was fake, even if it was an illusion, so what? Why