Aiven quickly realized where he was, and the reason was simple, because this place was simply too famous!
At the edge of his vision was a white dense fog with extremely low visibility, forming a foggy dome. From time to time, a turbulent vortex would form in some part of the dome, as if some colossal creature was constantly swimming in the mist.
The only area that remained calm and uneventful was perhaps the wide water below his feet, however, calmness did not equate to absolute safety.
Within just a few miles of this calm water without a hint of fog, more than twenty shipwrecks lay stranded. One end sank to the bottom while the other end stood up high on the water surface, black, decayed, and desolate like tombstones erected for the sunken ships, making one's hair stand on end.
Not far behind was a large-scale island, with coastline stretching into the depths of the white mist, its end unknown.
