With the last wisp of the rich golden light gone,
the field of view suddenly became pitch-dark.
The deep sea had merged with the dark sky.
Now the sun had set, and the moon had not yet risen, leaving nothing but darkness to the eye.
Fortunately, one could still feel the solid touch of the ship's deck underfoot, and the sound of the surging waves could still be heard by the ear,
which prevented panic and disorientation.
After lowering the sails, the crew and sailors had already returned to their cabins.
Between the wooden cabin walls and the doors, a faint orange-yellow light from a lamp could be seen.
As for the Wizard who stayed behind—Murray, he still had not come out and remained inside the cabin.
At this moment, the boundless ocean had shed its azure beauty of the day and turned inky black and terrifying.
Black waves surged like ink, layer upon layer, making it impossible for the eye to penetrate.
This scene couldn't help but make one feel—
