Sea of Okeanos, Nameless Sea.
The sky was as dark as thick ink, with hundreds of intertwined air currents swirling water columns upward, mingling with each other like wild snakes darting across the water, forming perilous rift zones. Once caught in them, ships were immediately at risk of capsizing and disintegrating.
Whoosh!
Massive waves, hundreds of meters high, struck the Argo like heavy hammers, causing the glow of the defensive charms surrounding it to flicker briefly while the hull violently shook, emitting a grating, tooth-aching creak from the keel.
"All hands, be aware, numerous undercurrents and tornadoes ahead!"
Atalanta, in charge of scouting from the crow's nest, loudly warned as she watched the rolling dark clouds and turbulent waters, furrowing her brow deeply.
What was merely overcast weather had now escalated into a full tumult of sky and sea, suggesting this was likely no mere coincidence.
