The black ship sailed across the endless ocean, cutting through the waves like a silent arrow. The sea stretched out in every direction, with nothing but water and sky in sight.
On deck, the seven guards moved with trained focus and engraved precision.
Each one had a job. One adjusted the sails to catch the wind just right. Another checked the glowing symbols carved into the ship's surface, making sure the spiritual energy was flowing properly. Others watched the sea or studied the ship's compass, always alert.
Wuhan stood near the helm, his golden cloak fluttering in the breeze. He looked at Noah, who stood with one hand resting on the railing, eyes half-closed, sensing the world around him.
"How far is the Elven Continent?" Wuhan asked.
"We're going the right way for now," Noah replied calmly. "Keep this course for another day or two. After that, the sea currents will change."
Wuhan nodded in understanding before turning his attention to the front.
