Chapter 844
Once they left the waters surrounding the islands, the sky rapidly darkened. The sea, shrouded in unnatural fog, also revealed its true nature—violent and treacherous.
Rumble!
Lightning flashed across the heavens from time to time, followed by rolling thunder. Meanwhile, the smuggling ships tore across the open sea as though carving straight through it.
Whoosh—
Behind them, trails of spray burst upward, tangling with the fog. It was the effect of the magic tool Hector Drapier had provided.
Not as fast as last time, but definitely more stable.
Standing on the stern deck, Ian checked the rope tightly wrapped around his waist and between his legs once more.
It worked on the same principle, yet they were moving more slowly than when they crossed the inner sea. Paradoxically, it was because the talisman now pushing the ship forward was an improved version.
"It’s done, Your Grace."