Beach (Part 1)

The sky was a sheet of darkness, and the storm continued.

That tornado in particular seemed to possess inexhaustible power, whirling madly as it raced over the ocean at tremendous speed. It galloped with the force of thunder, while Lightning tore across the night sky again and again.

Wherever it passed, the sea boiled.

No one knew how much time had passed before that miraculous tornado finally grew weary and gradually subsided.

Great swathes of gray clouds rolled away, revealing the blue vault of the heavens, strewn with bright stars.

The night deepened. Not only did countless stars glitter in the sky, but the mysterious crescent moon emerged as well.

Unlike moonlit nights on Earth, in this fantasy world filled with magic and gods, although the moon appeared on every clear night, the moon here was exceptionally pure, translucent, beautiful, and extraordinary.

It was nothing like the moon in his memories, bright and luminous yet carrying a faint blemish. The moon here had neither shadows that stirred people's imaginations nor the occasional phenomena of total or partial lunar eclipses.

In this world, things such as magic and Battle Aura still flourished and existed. The miracles that appeared from time to time continuously enriched those wondrous legends, leaving later generations with endless sighs and longing.

Standing alongside tales of gods, and likewise beloved and recounted by the common people, were naturally the legends of human heroes. The strange stories of heroes from centuries or millennia ago had never lacked means of spreading.

Even now, they were still familiar to everyone and passed down from mouth to mouth.

At that moment, not far from a beach, a battered ship rested against the shore.

Romon had only just awakened when he heard someone call, "My lord?"

"What happened?" Romon forced himself up and