The Endless Sea was a blue abyss capable of swallowing all hope. There were no sailing routes or lighthouses here, only unending waves and the greedy gazes hidden beneath the ocean's surface.
BUZZ!
In the sky above the sea, thousands of kilometers away from the Black Stone Territory, a pitch-black rift abruptly appeared. Immediately after, a figure stepped out from within.
Raylo took a deep breath of the salty, fishy sea breeze. He raised his head, casting his gaze into the distance. At the very end where the sea met the sky, a solitary island stood like a black nail, driven firmly into the surface of the ocean.
The island was shrouded in grayish-white mist all year round. Even at high noon with the sun shining brightly, it exuded a sinister and cold aura. Whale Song Island.
"Finally here."
Raylo pulled out the yellowed Sheepskin Scroll from his chest pocket. The red line on it pointed directly at the island.
"Let's go."
