Western Sea, a dangerous maritime region, under a sky of endless blue.
Seagulls cawed loudly as they soared high in the sky.
Seven or eight warships cut through the waves of the deep blue sea, their sails billowing in the wind.
Luca sat on the deck, holding a fishing rod, lazily enjoying the sea breeze and the warm sunlight, thoroughly relaxed.
"Report, Lord Luca! We've entered the Azure Waters, and we should reach Snake Island by this afternoon," Isaac, dressed in a sailor's outfit, said breathlessly, running over with Seven.
Standing behind Luca, they both respectfully saluted and reported on the current course and position.
A closer look would reveal that both young men had several specially crafted shackles on their hands and feet.
The runes on them shimmered, sealing away all their energy and power.
