"What a coincidence."
Gathering her courage, the little raven's voice dropped even lower as she interrupted the White Cloak.
In her tiny head, myriad questions flashed through her mind.
What did those whispers mean? What special existence could it refer to? Was it a unique item brought by the White Cloak?
She tried her best to raise her head:
"White Cloak, what does that mean?"
It was not merely about the gigantic waves that reeled, but rather a sort of ancient prophecy.
Despite her being an enthusiast of the deep sea, she could not comprehend the prophecies of the deep-sea kind.
The anger towards humans? The attempt to stir chaos in the world? Or is it a prohibition against setting foot in their current domain?
The interpretation of these whispers would dictate their subsequent actions.
The White Cloak gazed into the distance, as if up to now, everything that had happened was within his expectations.
He turned his head, asking:
"Little captain, what do you think?"
