A week had flown by, and just as Yiyeta Harbor was developing at a rapid pace, in a hidden underground chamber in the capital of Hadalata, William was swaying a crimson goblet in his hand, listening to his subordinate's report.
"My lord, the fleet you had sent to explore the Mist Sea has returned. According to their description, the fog there seems to have undergone some new changes, the visibility is much higher than before, and the sea's wind and waves also do not seem as strong as they once were…" A tall and thin man was kneeling on the ground, respectfully conveying the intelligence he had gathered to William.
For these sailors who often roamed the seas, the terror of the Mist Sea was more than clear—during the thickest periods of fog, visibility could be less than a meter!
