Aboard the St. Margaret.
Aaron watched the scenes of all living beings at the end of the world with a calm expression.
After even Captain Wilson had chosen to give up, and they had witnessed those terrifying creatures from the deep sea, everyone understood that they would not be returning to land alive.
Moreover, the mental shock brought by witnessing mythological creatures had shattered the dams of their reason, exposing their truest selves.
An elderly couple embraced each other...
A strong man wept like a little girl...
A woman who had once been a lady cursed hysterically like a shrew, blaming her family for making her board this cursed passenger ship...
Some harsh and mean-spirited people were instead moved to tears, apologizing to everyone and beginning to pray to the Holy Spirit...
Among the crowd, Aaron also spotted the steel tycoon Egger Filler.
His face was pale. After hearing the words of his bodyguard, Linda, he too was filled with despair, holding his two children as he wept...
Tycoons and wealthy men like him were, in truth, no different from ordinary people in the face of death.
Aaron etched every one of these scenes deeply into his mind, feeling that they could serve as rare material for a painting later.
What should I call the finished painting? Ship of Fools? Or Portraits of the Living?
He came to the edge of the deck, took a dark green talisman from his pocket, infused it with spirituality, and casually tossed it into the deep sea.
The dark green talisman was as thin and light as a shard of ice. The moment it entered the water, it melted away.
The boundless deep sea abruptly grew even darker, its colors deepening. The flowing seawater became gelatinous like jelly, faintly forming an incomparably enormous, indescribable,