"Can you take us out of here?" Wuhan asked calmly, taking his soul sense back. Since it would only waste his energy.
Noah opened his eyes slowly, a faint glow swirling within his pupils.
"I've marked a path through," he continued. "Follow my guidance. Keep the ship steady. Don't stray."
The guards didn't hesitate. They wordlessly began moving in unison, shifting the sails and adjusting the ship's course according to Noah's signals. The captain gave one lazy nod, signaling he would follow Noah's lead without question.
The ship slowly changed direction, sailing forward at a careful angle. The fog pressed against them, thick and heavy like a wall of cotton soaked in seawater.
As they moved deeper into the mist, the sounds faded into an eerie quiet—until a deep, echoing rumble disturbed the stillness.
Noah's eyes narrowed. "Something's coming."
