Because the quantity of goods Sifa was trading for was rather large, Natt Karpus would not be able to deliver them until tomorrow night. Sifa gave him a 20-pound deposit first, then left the bar.
After returning to the inn, with nothing else to do, Sifa took a bath and threw himself onto the bed.
Before long, he fell into a deep sleep.
He had several dreams. They were bizarre, absurd, and amusing. After an unknown amount of time, Sifa suddenly "woke up" and realized he was inside a dream.
He sensed an external power invading his dream. Before he could figure out what it was, Sifa heard howling winds and saw raging waves.
This was the sea.
Moreover, it was a sea in the midst of a storm.
Hurricanes swept through this place, their howls like the roars of ancient beasts.
Torrential rain fell here, blurring sky and earth until nothing could be seen clearly.
Dark clouds piled overhead, and bolt after bolt of lightning crashed down from them, occasionally blasting huge sprays of water from the sea.
The waves churned violently. The sea was no longer calm, its surface rising and falling as walls of seawater surged up.
Amid this apocalyptic scene, Sifa heard a vague voice, yet one so loud it resembled wind and thunder.
It seemed to be calling out, praising a name: Leodero!
When Sifa heard that name clearly, he saw lightning flare wildly over the distant sea. A figure stood upon the raging waves.
That figure was so immense that its feet stood on the waves while its head flickered in and out of sight among the clouds high above. He wore black armor, storms coiling around him, while lightning stretched behind him like a silver cloak.
He held a trident in his right