Time passed slowly for Grey on his magic ship. Before he knew it, the night had gone by, and morning had arrived.
The cool air from the still and black Dead Sea drifted toward the harbor where Grey's magic ship gently swayed.
However, with a barrier of spirit energy covering the magic ship, Grey neither felt the cold breeze nor smelled the stench carried by the sea air.
His eyes were wide open as he muttered some incomprehensible words to himself. A few moments later, Grey raised his head slightly and looked toward the sky, where the sun was slowly rising from the horizon.
"It's already... morning." Grey said softly as he watched the sun rise from beneath the horizon, casting a warm glow over the earth.
It was only during times like this that the sun could be seen clearly in the sky.
