"Another way?" The members of the Devil Guild fell into silence.
Separating Westwood Continent and Easten Shore is an expansive ocean, a daunting expanse to traverse.
Even the mightiest ships of the Azure Empire might encounter extreme weather on their voyage: storms, massive waves, tsunamis...
A single catastrophe could seal one's fate in the ocean's depths.
Furthermore, they needed to get there swiftly.
It seemed like an impossible task.
"Hold on..." At this moment, Quel, furrowing his brow, spoke up again, "There might be a way, albeit a dangerous one."
"What way?" The members queried.
Danger was a trivial concern to the Devil Guild members.
Every action carries inherent risks, but some endeavors are worth the peril.
