At the deck of the newly camouflaged ship, a man's eyes started glowing with a bright color.
"I sense him!"
He shouted.
Everyone turned their heads at him, and the Navy Vice Admiral Adamas tossed his cigarette over the railing.
"Sail onwards, men! I've also received a word that the navy is heading to the Downed Prison, so there is not too much time left!"
Adamas shouted and took a quick look at the sky.
It had turned cloudy as if a storm was brewing, and the sea had become quite restless as if something was about to happen soon.
'The sea is restless. Some people think that the sea is a living thing with its own consciousness, and while I don't really believe in that lunacy, there have been some strange coincidences.
'For some reason, during every great battle in the seas, there is always stormy weather, and I smell that storm approaching.
'It could be a coincidence, or there is a great battle about to happen.'
Adamas thought with a serious look.
