Some time later, the group sailing northwest from Marris left the 'safe' stretch of sea behind, entering a zone of eternal sea fog. From this point on, the dangers ahead became more and more imminent, and the group sailed more cautiously, reducing speed and keeping a constant lookout.
After crossing the perpetual fog, they reached a part of the Violent Sea known to few—an area with little fog, but full of dangers.
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"The area we've entered may seem calm, but it's far from safe," said navigator Izan to Minos, as he accompanied the ship's leader on an early morning walk.
The sea breeze beat gently against their faces, but the tension was palpable in the air.
After serving his shift and taking a moment to rest, Minos was on his own time, walking around the ship's deck and observing the apparently tranquil surroundings.
Today, they were sailing under a clear sky, with waters as calm as a lake's, moving at 70% of the ship's maximum speed.
