The Coast (Part 2)

Though the familiar coastline was still far away, the sizable port had already revealed its beauty and abundance to these outsiders with all the grace of a beautiful figure.

There were not many ships docked along the shore, but without exception, they were all large vessels—each one much bigger than the ship they were currently riding.

Colorful flags fluttered in the wind aboard those ships. Though the others could not make out scenery so far away, Romon could see it all with perfect clarity.

It was as though he had raised a fine telescope to his eyes. Romon watched for a while, then let out a soft sigh, unsure whether he was lamenting his return or the fact that the scenery here remained unchanged.

"My lord, we... have finally returned." Just as he was lost in thought, someone beside him murmured in a low voice. Romon turned and saw his personal attendant, Lusenpei, standing at his side with his body turned toward the coast. A complicated expression was faintly visible on his face.

Though Lusenpei tried his best to suppress his voice, Romon could still hear the helplessness and desolation beneath his joy and excitement.

Was he thinking of their former companions?

"Yes, we have finally returned." Perhaps infected by Lusenpei's mood, Romon turned back toward the distant coastline and echoed him softly.

At this moment, they were both thinking of the same thing: the splendor of their departure and the desolation of their return formed such a stark contrast that it was enough to make one sigh.

Human lives were truly so fragile on this vast sea that they could not withstand a single blow. Even warriors above the Fourth Level remained as helpless before a storm as ants without the strength to fight back.

Whenever they thought of