It also made him feel scared.
The sound of footsteps approached from afar, and First Mate Ai Wen, draped in a soaked cloak, came to his side, speaking in a lowered voice:
"Captain, we seem to be going in circles... Logically, we should have seen the lighthouse at Seldo Port by now, but we haven't even seen a shadow of the land."
"Hmm... I have noticed that too."
Kedson lowered the binoculars and said in a deep voice, "I fear we've drifted off course... This season, this area of the sea never has such winds."
Ai Wen looked solemn as he turned to gaze behind the ship.
It wasn't the trail of retreating wake, but a series of faint whirlpool traces, as if something were swimming slowly underwater.
"What on earth is going on?" he murmured.
Since earlier, he had felt uneasy, as if the evil demons from the Outer Realm were staring at his back.
Saint Sis above...
He prayed incessantly in his heart, silently chanting the name of that Venerate, seeking a moment of peace.
