Before, while he was swimming, that feeling of connection had been faint, almost subtle. But after moving forward and passing through the spatial distortion, Darian felt it clear as a beacon. He knew, without a doubt, that this ship was where he was supposed to go.
He spotted a massive, rusted chain linking the ship's top to the sea below. That colossal thing had been anchored there for who knows how long. As he got closer, the chains were so gigantic he felt like an ant climbing them.
Because of the rust, some flakes were sharp as blades. Strange fluctuations leaked out of that rust, giving off a terrifying sensation. Everything about this ship screamed that it was on a level way beyond what he could even imagine.
As soon as he reached the top, Darian carefully raised his head to check what was up there.
It was completely empty.
The moment he stepped on deck, a bad feeling ran through him. Then, a sound and a weird vibration rose beneath his feet.
