The waves of the sea rose and fell before they could even rise completely from being blocked by the massive beast of the ship hovering in the middle of the sea.
The dark wooden planks shimmered with profound light. Standing still in the same spot, the ship swayed from the flow of the sea.
On the ship, 11 cultivators stood with a solemn look on their faces, looking in the direction of the massive continent in the front; more precisely, it was the barely visible barrier between them and the land.
High up above the ship, a flock of massive WindRave Seagles flew over the ship without paying any attention to the humans below.
Seagles were the great hunters of the sea and sometimes even the lands. WindRave Seagles had deep control over the wind element that they could use not only to increase their speeds but also to attack.
But the reason the Seagles did not attack the group was because of one of their flaws, or better to call it—the trait of their family lineage.
