The blue water of the Pacific was a lie. For three days after the sealing of the Sunken Library, the Kashima Maru had sailed through a sea that looked clean to the naked eye. But Ren Hanshin knew better. He sat on the edge of the forward observation deck, his obsidian eyes fixed on the horizon. He didn't need the Weaver's sight to know that the rot hadn't been defeated, it had simply gone underground or rather, under-wave.
Ren's body was a map of white scars. The amber cracks had faded, but the weight he had felt during the final confrontation with the Behemoth remained. He felt slow. Heavy. Every time he closed his eyes, he heard the rhythmic thumping of a heartbeat that didn't belong to him.
[Synchronization: 49.0% (SEALED)]
[Divine Mana: 0.12 / 150]
[Condition: Extreme Fatigue]
