Hidden amidst the dark clouds and hazy fog, Noir soared midair above the ship, witnessing the scene of purgatory where NPCs shoved and kicked each other in lieu of being the first to board the lifeboats. One after another, a dozen orange colored boats floated amid the vast and unfathomable expanse of the sea akin to miniscule corks. A handful of NPCs, who were desperate to escape from the terror of the cursed, recklessly plunged into the inky depths, their anguished cries of help swallowed by the unforgiving abyss.
Unbeknownst to them, a colossal whirlpool lurked ominously in the distance. Its gaping maw seemed like a gateway to an otherworldly realm, emitting a sinister and malevolent aura.
Last time, fearing that he would drop Ariel for the second time, he could not get close enough to the whirlpool to inspect what it was like from above. Now it was different as he had plenty of time. He trusted that the trio would be able to keep the mermaid safe.
