By then, the wind and rain had already ceased, and the sea had once again returned to its former calm.
Across the azure sea, a gentle breeze stirred rippling waves. Under the azure sky, the black sun hung overhead, and everything seemed so beautiful.
The scene of black clouds blanketing heaven and earth earlier seemed to have been nothing more than an illusion, coming swiftly and going swiftly.
When sailing at sea, one often encountered all manner of situations. A storm was not something sailors found impossible to accept.
The people aboard these three great ships had all remained calm during the storm.
Now that the storm had passed, everyone's spirits lifted.
"It's finally stopped!" People breathed in the fresh air, faintly excited.
Yet for Divine Authority personnel like them, something as natural as the rain and wind stopping could not greatly affect their emotions. At most, it brought a little excitement.
Most of their excitement had been invested in the matter of meeting the Romon God. For a group of priests of the Romon God like them, was there anything more important or more thrilling than this?
The answer was naturally no.
Bishop Kanrongpa had already emerged from the cabin. Having been cooped up inside for so long, he too needed some fresh air. Standing near the inner side of the deck, his gaze was somewhat profound as he stared blankly at the distant sea for quite some time.
No one knew what he was thinking. After a long while, he finally moved, turning to ask the person beside him, "How much longer until we reach Tella Territory?"
This was already the third time he had asked that day. Less than two hours had passed since his previous question.
"Bishop, according to the nautical chart, we should reach that