After nearly forty days and nights of sailing, they were finally about to reach their destination. Throughout the journey, they hadn't encountered a single island.
However, Alka had found some congregations of Dream Bubbles in his dreams, but he didn't turn towards them. After all, he already had a goal.
Alka stood inside the lookout room, looking through the glass at the black dot on the horizon—their destination.
His eyes emitted a faint golden glow, enhancing his vision as he gazed into the distance.
No ships were anchored around the island. It seemed this island was relatively safe.
No protective reefs were visible, and the sea was calm.
The island wasn't too large; at least, its boundaries were visible.
From afar, he could see a circular structure on the island, appearing to shoot into the sky.
As they drew closer, a towering stone tower became visible, rising over the island.
