Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night for the fishermen of the Dawn Continent.
As a blue glow appeared, the entire sea began to stir.
Gale and rain accompanied the sound of crashing waves.
The timeless chant from the deep sea echoed across the entire continent.
Ordinary people with short lives and no familial legacies might not know what this phenomenon symbolizes.
But the long-lived species on the Dawn Continent, as well as the nobles or extraordinary beings who have seen similar phenomena in historical documents, are well aware of what this scene means.
Tonight, even the sky took on the shape of the sea.
Another powerful god has resurrected.
Freymia looked up at the sky.
"The sea?" she murmured, "That seems to be in the direction of Dragon Island."
Having confirmed this, she no longer concerned herself with the matter.
When it comes to Dragon Island, there's Qishala.
As a loyal follower of Claude, she would never allow a god to appear within her domain.
