Half a month later, north of the Dragon Spine Empire, the Silent Sea.
A cargo ship was slowly sailing at sea. Today, the wind was calm and the waves gentle — a perfect day for sailing. Yet, the captain at the helm was tense, glancing around nervously. The crew bustling about the deck also wore faces filled with unease.
"Oh, come on, why's everyone acting like we're committing a crime? It's not like we're smuggling anything," a passenger on board couldn't help but speak up. He was draped in a hooded cloak that tightly concealed his body and face, his arms crossed as he leaned against the cabin, hidden in the shadows.
"Passenger, we really can't keep veering off course..." The captain pleaded with a mournful look on his face.
"What's the problem with being far from the shoreline?" the passenger asked indifferently.
