The feeling of bliss Sunny had felt while traversing the safety of the Eastern Quadrant evaporated as soon as he saw the ocean.
The sun was setting, painting the vast expanse of undulating water into a million fiery shades. It was as if both the heavens and the ocean were aflame, enveloped by a beautiful crimson blaze — a sight no less breathtaking than the nightmarish vistas of the Dream Realm.
This dying world had its own beauty to offer, as well, made only more poignant by its looming end.
Beauty and danger often went hand in hand, though, and the oceans of Earth had long become home to unfathomable horrors.
Sunny had braved the dark expanse of the Indian Ocean a few times, including all by himself soon after becoming a Saint. He had survived back then, but the memories of the frenzied voyage never failed to make him shiver.
Now, too, a cold chill ran down his spine.
'...I wonder how bad the ocean really is.'
