Jonathan(Lord of Seven Seas)'s Journal
The wind settled after their victory over Scelevar. The group gathered aboard the ship, sails full as the sea stretched endlessly before them.
Evilness of Netherware: (curious) So... where are we going now?
Celebrass: (tilting his head) Yes, where to next?
Lord of the Seven Seas: (with determination) We're heading into the Sea of Erea!
The name itself seemed to stir the waves around them.
Black Ocean: (serious) Do you all know about the Sea of Erea? And its guardian—the legendary Wind Storm?
Lord of the Seven Seas: (nodding) Yes... I've heard the stories. I know about it.
The team gathered closer, whispering and discussing the dangers of the Sea of Erea—the legends of whirlpools, storms, and a guardian made of air and fury.
[They continue discussing—hushed, tense voices fill the air]
Suddenly, Lebewligs gasped, pointing to the horizon.
Lebewligs: (shouting) Look! There's a storm ahead!
Dark clouds twisted violently over the distant waters, lightning crackling across the sky.
Celebrass: (calmly) Lebewligs, that's no ordinary storm. It's not just weather... it's the protection layer of the palace hidden within the Sea of Erea.
Evilness of Netherware: (nodding) And we are going inside it.
Black Ocean: (with resolve) Yes. There's no turning back.
The winds howled louder as the ship moved closer, the dark clouds swirling like living creatures. The team braced themselves for the unknown.
[They continue talking, voices steady but cautious as they approach the storm]