The Fischer family's ship gradually embarked on the homeward journey, and as they drew closer to the White Sea, the thick, black clouds that once enveloped the sky began to dissipate completely. The oppressive feeling of sailing under a dense curse slowly faded, and the unease deep within the hearts of those aboard receded bit by bit.
The large ship rocked gently beneath their feet, and within the simple-looking cabin, the rejuvenated Byrne placed the blood-stained Gold Coin on the table and said calmly,
"Now, I'll take you back to the Ouden Continent... 'Time Stasis Stone,' how does it feel to leave the island?"
"Huff..."
The voice of an old man came from the Gold Coin, trembling and shuddering, conveying an unmistakable excitement.
"I feel great, incredibly unbelievable, I even want to cry... Unfortunately, I can no longer weep."
"Anyway, Mithril, no, Byrne Fischer, I must thank you for saving me."
