Tycondrius opened his eyes.
After so many trials endured against odds ever-nearing the impossible... he yet lived.
Too often, as of recent, the desire for that constant to remain as such had been... tentative.
Yet, there was always one more task to accomplish before meeting his probable violent and extravagant demise...
--one more quest to see to fruition.
Only then would he be satisfied.
...or that was the erroneous logic he chose to follow, anyroad.
Tycon broke the surface of the water, gazing upon the vastness of the night ocean and her gentle waves.
He closed his eyes, then in turn, began closing off his other, extraneous senses. And finally, with his mind clear, he made an inquiry to his System.
« System: How far are we to Port Town Jad? »
⟬ System response: 37.2 malms to the coast. ⟭
