A few weeks later...
Minos and Starclaw were in the cockpit of their yacht right now as they saw, little by little, the Divine Continent getting closer and closer to them.
After almost eight months since Minos' departure from Dry City, he finally arrived at this legendary place where several of the strongest in the Spiritual World lived.
The past few weeks had been quiet for them, with few problems in their way.
In a way, the East Sea was less dangerous than the Ancestral Sea. After all, this was the sea where the main routes between the three major continents were.
Many people traveled by ships through this area, many of them even weaker than Minos and Starclaw.
As such, they hadn't faced as many death threats in the last few weeks of their journey and had reached this point in their journey in one piece, with the yacht functioning perfectly.
