"So the original figurehead of the Styx Ruler wasn't the one it has now."
Sifa slapped his forehead as he remembered that, in the underground temple at Damir Port, he had seen the Styx Ruler's figurehead: a young girl holding a bottle.
"After only ten-odd days at sea, its figurehead was struck off by lightning. That omen couldn't have been worse."
Sifa continued flipping through the logbook.
"I haven't seen land for almost a month, but the wonders of the sea far surpass my imagination. During this month, mermaids have sung for me, and the Naga have left behind their hair. Unfortunately, I still haven't found what I'm looking for."
"What am I even thinking? How could something capable of helping him return be so easy to find?"
"I heard stories about pirates long ago, but I never expected them to be so foolish as to dare set their sights on the Styx Ruler. I had no choice but to turn them into corpses and increase the number of my spirits."
Page after page, Sifa read through the diary. It seemed that the descendant of the Underworld Emperor had not had a smooth journey at sea. Besides confronting all kinds of disasters on the ocean, he had also needed to deal with various threats and challenges.
When Sifa casually flipped open another page, the words on it caught his attention.
"Over the past few days, the crew have been discussing something. They seem to have sensed some kind of threat. They can't describe it specifically, but they use phrases like 'the devil in the sea,' 'the projection of the Abyss,' and 'the shadow beneath the sea.'"
"Today, I saw it too. It passed beneath our ship. I didn't even dare peer at it. It was a vast, profound terror. I