Main World
The weather was not very good today. Thick clouds hung like murky clumps of cotton, lump upon lump, stuffing the entire sky.
The sky was a muddied blue. Gusts of wind swept across the sea, churning up waves capped with a filthy-looking white foam.
As the waves rolled, the foam endlessly rose and fell, came into being and vanished. It too was undergoing an unending cycle of reincarnation.
The sea looked vastly different on this day as well. It was as if the space between sky and ocean had been torn apart. The dim colors also spoke of a stifling atmosphere.
After entering international waters, the merchant ships gradually picked up speed.
By then, raindrops had begun to fall from the sky.
It was going to rain. Everyone aboard the merchant ships raised their heads to look at the sky, silent and wordless.
The falling rain struck the deck and dampened the planks, but judging by its force, it should not turn into a heavy downpour.
There were seven merchant ships in all, belonging to a human trading caravan that had just completed a deal with the Elves. They were moving at no slow speed.
After all, they had long heard of the Red Skull Pirates' notorious reputation.
Those pirates had set themselves against merchants like them. So long as a caravan had traded with the Elves, they would never let it go. At first, these merchants had still clung to a sliver of luck, believing that their repeated robberies were merely bad fortune. But as one caravan after another met disaster, if the other merchants still could not see the crux of the matter, then they truly had pig brains!
Those pirates were deliberately targeting trading caravans that had dealt with the Elves, biting down and refusing