The boats from the village, adorned with various equipment and carrying anxious villagers, sailed out into the open sea. The atmosphere was tense as they scanned the ocean's surface for any sign of Baktou.
The bright sun cast a warm glow on the water, but the tranquillity was shattered by the ominous red tint spreading through the waves which was ominous enough, but the sounds they kept hearing from the bottom of the ocean were enough to even terrify a grown man.
"He's been down there too long. What if he's... gone?" one villager whispered to another, the fear evident in their eyes. "We were supposed to help him a long time ago. Normally, he shouldn't be able to be under the water for this long,"
The villagers gathered on the boats exchanged worried glances, murmuring amongst themselves. The notion of losing their leader, the one who had guided them through countless challenges, sent a shiver through the community.
