"It's been 33 days since we left the Dradel," Michael said, watching the cloudy night sky. Today was a rest day from his hellish training. He wanted to spend the day with Gaya peacefully but she was unusually silent. She was standing on the edge of the ship, staring at the direction they came from.
"What is it?"
Michael came to her side to accompany her in staring at the dark sea.
"I'm feeling something I've never felt before," she said. Her voice was quieter than usual.
"It might be seasickness," Michael just shrugged. Surprisingly she didn't laugh or give a reaction at all, she just kept staring at the horizon.
"I can't describe this feeling, it's like someone's desperately calling me. Do you think something could have happened at the sect?" He shook his head.
He made sure that his sect stays safe before leaving, but even after everything he did, it's far beyond his control if something still happened.
