At the beginning of the new year, the sky over the Pacific Ocean was filled with dark clouds.
Raindrops pierced the sea surface like blades.
The raging waves seemed eager to swallow everything around.
Yet at this moment, a brightly lit cruise ship was navigating through such perilous waters.
A blonde man stood on the deck.
The torrential rain pounded the deck, causing loud crashes, and the swimming pool, originally prepared for tourists, had turned into a pool of rainwater.
However, this man seemed out of place in this world; despite not having any rain gear, there was no trace of wetness on him.
"What a storm," the man said leisurely.
A phantom appeared behind him: "Indeed, but weather like this has a certain feeling, doesn't it?"
"Well, well, what a rare guest." The man turned around to look at the phantom before him, "We haven't seen each other for half a year, have we? As my Soul Card Follower, you are quite neglectful."
