"GUUU—ROOOOAR—"
A long, drawn-out roar pierced through the mist, echoing from the depths of the Fog Sea. It was accompanied by waves that, once violent, had now grown much gentler. They rolled in one after another, rocking the speeding Sail Warship like a cradle.
A long time had passed since the island-sized World Beast had awakened. The Sail Warship, the *Hope*, had now reached the edge of the Fog Sea, and the beast's roars could only be heard faintly from the depths.
Still, the people on board were shaken by a lingering fear. The sound of the roar made their faces turn pale, and their hearts pounded with shock and uncertainty. They all scrambled to grip the ship's rails and ropes.
Old Bill turned to look toward the depths of the Fog Sea, a worried expression on his face as he asked Witch Tower, who stood beside him:
"Witch Tower, do you think the Captain... will he... will he be able to rejoin us?"
