The furious wind howled at the prow of the ship, and the murky sea churned waves. The continent of the East was shrouded by dark clouds, disappearing tens of miles away. The dark clouds loomed over the horizon, and the gloomy sky seemed on the verge of collapsing. Large flocks of petrels cried "woo woo" as they fled northward in a panic.
However, ten or so miles to the south, heavy black clouds piled up like mountains, cutting off the entire sea, uniting the sky and the ocean! From a distance, the rolling waves and clouds surged fiercely, with flashes of lightning and howling winds, resembling an abyssal cavern that devours everything!
"Almighty! The real storm is coming!"
Bruno stood at the prow, his face pale, mumbling under his breath. He stared at the storm clouds approaching rapidly from the south, his heart filled with a sense of foreboding.
