The eerie wind occupied the sky above Victorray Harbor, with every household's windows tightly shut.
Such a scene in this city was truly unusual. According to common sense, the tropical monsoon from the Floating Sea should bring ample moisture, and with the abundant sunlight from the Sun Lifting Tree, Victorray Harbor has always enjoyed a comfortable tropical maritime climate, unrelated to overcast, dry, and cold weather.
Quinn Mahmut held a pipe, his gaze passing beyond the window, his eyes emitting a purple murky glow unique to the Void, seemingly trying to oversee the course of the sailing route beyond the leaden sky.
Yet even with the aid of the Void's strength, all he could see was the thick fog rising over the sea, blocking his brother's southbound fleet.
"The situation is not looking good, young master."
The butler, Maight, walked over, speaking with concern:
