No god knew that on this day, the last remnants of Golden Humanity left the heart of the continent and headed east.
Of course, even if they knew, probably no deity would care, since it was, after all, just a remnant of an old era.
Moreover, given the vastness of the continent, the complexity of its geography, the chaotic phenomena caused by the many godly battles, and the beasts tainted with divine blood, a mortal would probably never see what the sea looked like if they traveled on foot—even if it took them a thousand years.
By comparison, it was an angel from the Spirit Realm who had glanced at the outer world, for someone had called their name, imbued with a strong force known as 'faith' by the Master.
