"At last, we're about to see land. Is that Far-Sail Port ahead?" In an extravagantly furnished cabin, Prince Xiusenya reclined against a cushioned couch, sipping fine wine as he spoke.
Before him sat several officers, lounging casually as they discussed matters in low voices. Hearing Prince Xiusenya's question, one officer hurriedly answered respectfully, "Your Highness, that is indeed Far-Sail Port ahead."
"Mm. Replenish supplies at the port first. You may rest for a few days, then we'll return to the battlefield." Prince Xiusenya touched his cheek and spoke blandly.
His voice was low as he said this, and a faint relaxation showed on his slightly darkened face.
The journey home had been a rare period of respite. There were no battles, no smoke of war, no death. He merely stayed quietly in his cabin drinking wine, or stood upon the deck, and his body and mind could both relax.
The fatigue war had brought him was greatly eased during this time.
While replenishing supplies, they themselves were also being replenished—replenished in both body and spirit.
Just then, the large ship carrying Prince Xiusenya suddenly lurched violently.
The wineglass in Prince Xiusenya's hand fell onto the table at once, spilling wine across the tabletop and floor. He frowned. "What happened?"
"Your Highness, I will go out and look on your behalf," an officer said, rising to his feet.
"Fine. Go." Prince Xiusenya nodded.
The officer accepted the order and left. Before long, he ran back with a trace of panic on his face. "Your Highness, this is bad!"
"What happened?" Seeing his alarmed expression, Prince Xiusenya stood and asked.
The other officers all looked toward the man as well, wanting to know what had happened.
"Our fleet has encountered a herd of sea beasts! They are attacking our fleet!" the officer