Night.
The crew of the Gelin had eaten and drunk their fill.
The Secret Leaf in Rogel's hand also gave him a reminder.
It's time.
"Set off."
Rogel's gaze looked towards the endless gray mist ahead.
Under his command,
the Gelin quickly moved in the predetermined direction, entering the gray mist.
The massive ship's form gradually faded into the gray mist...
Some time later.
"The pointer has malfunctioned," Lina said as she looked at the pointer in her hand: "It's exactly like the situation we encountered in the Penance Strait."
"Could it be that our position is constantly changing?" Noemi came to the edge of the deck and looked at the gray mist that obscured everything outside.
"This is the disorienting nature unique to the boundary fog."
Rogel was not surprised and explained.
"There's a ship ahead."
Yas spoke up to remind everyone.
The crew followed his gaze.
They saw a gigantic ship bearing tattered cloth, its bow heading straight toward them.
