The group gathered on the deck, where the sea breeze blew gently.
In the distance, the silhouette of sprawling buildings emerged from the land.
After twenty-four years, Lu Li once again saw the port of Himfast.
The port was long since finished, once only a half road had now become three, and the humble port had developed into quite a scale—but no ships were moored, and the wooden bridges collapsed into the seabed.
"Strange... lurking... within."
As Andrea leaned towards the port, Ophelia sensed an obscure aura spreading: "Many..."
Clearly, this area was now occupied by the strange.
"I can... go investigate," Ophelia suggested.
"No need."
Lu Li declined her offer. Wraiths were not at the top of the strange food chain, and their yet-to-separate bodies were their greatest weakness.
If encountered by heretics capturing strange, wraiths would not be much more powerful than humans.
Andrea didn't approach but quietly distanced from the bay.
