A fleet of ships cut through waves after waves of water, carrying the strong Stronglord army.
The water splashed against the hull of the ship while the soldiers were cleaning their weapons, training, and chatting. They had left Springland hours ago, and it would take around one day to reach cold Winterland.
Isaac leaned against the railing while a gentle breeze brushed past him. He watched as fishes swam past the ship's hull, almost as if they were running from someone.
The water had been more turbulent than ever before. There were even instances when ships could have capsized. But Lock managed to push the ship through the enormous waves and keep destroying them before anyone else got hurt.
Isaac understood that there was a fight somewhere. Well, not near, but in this part of the ocean, where there might have been an earth-shattering fight that made the ocean restless.
