Two days after, the ship set sails.
It was already the night.
The black river returned which soared the ship high into the air eventually letting it swim upon it's surface.
Aaron would have not wanted to wait two days, but... he needed to rest because, there are more creatures of the depth who's tyranny and power should be impossible to contend with.
So, going into such battle with little or no Stillforce energy is akin to suicide.
He sighed as the wind crashed upon his face, his hair tousled aside by the impact.
"Do you wish to enter the top one of the Lord of lords ranking list?"
Dena's voice trailed down on the silent deck causing waves of echo to travel through the air.
Aaron turned towards the slightly built man.
Then he shook his head.
"I'm not interested!"
Dena released a puff of air.
