"Captain, it seems we've entered a Sixth-tier monster's territory!"
A huge whirlpool quickly appeared beneath the ship.
"No!"
The group on the mast suddenly emitted an inhuman scream, the sound like rusty nails being pulled from a wooden board.
The compass spun wildly, mercury seeping from the cracks, pooling on the deck into a twisting silver snake.
Ann looked up at the sea, her throat convulsing, squeezing out a broken roar:
"Water Elf Number Three! Hard right rudder! Full speed right turn!"
It was too late!
The waves cleaved by the ship's bow suddenly turned gray, not because the day was dim, but because the entire sea area was losing color.
Schools of fish scrambled to leap out of the water, their scales decaying into ash as they fell, dissipating in the salty, harsh wind before hitting the sea surface again.
In the midst of the thick white fog, the vertical pupils of a giant serpent closed above them.
