Meanwhile, Michelle's grandfather, Nathan, had flown over the Atlantic Ocean right beside Florida before arriving in the Bahamas.
The journey was unusually peaceful as if when they were going to fly over the ocean, some magical beasts would attack them. No matter how small their number would be, at least one magical beast would attack them.
Following the safe journey, they didn't see a single sea creature hovering around the sea surface.
Nathan didn't like this. The sea looked like the calm before the storm. The thing that made him uncomfortable was not the peacefulness, but the thought about what kind of nightmare that the people at the base were experiencing.
They couldn't send a radio message for them because of the distance, so Nathan could only grit his teeth while clenching his fists.
