The ocean's tides were completely different from the Elemental Tide. The later it got, the more violent the tide-driven sea became. By the end of dusk, the waves had nearly swallowed Golden Sand Island whole, leaving only the small mountain standing alone in the ocean. Li Ziran and his group had no choice but to move inside the robot.
Tuna began to dive. He was going to summon his tribe to scout the entire sea surface. According to him, once the tide rose, the fissure belts among those islands would become unobstructed sea routes, and North Sea Port did not guard those places.
From inside, one could never sense the turmoil on the sea. Li Ziran had been to Sulfur Island once before, and the journey had at least been fairly peaceful. But now, driftwood and shattered corpses could be seen everywhere on the surface. The tide had washed the remnants from the heart of the battle onto the small islands.
The battle should have begun.
Yet there had been no news of fighting inland at all.
It was probably just some friction, or perhaps North Sea Port had suppressed some of the news of battle.
The war had little to do with him, so long as it did not spread to him.
The whole sea was quiet, like a colossal beast swallowing everything.
Li Ziran stood quietly at the robot's bow. The iron plating beneath his feet gave him a peculiar sense of security, but the ceaseless rocking made him nauseous. Especially when corpses in the seawater struck the ship, it always filled him with an inexplicable ache and unease.
Quite a few seawater-corroded bodies had already piled up behind him. Every corpse was terribly swollen, like fermented bread.
The Corpse Witches were salvaging these things from the sea.