The first thing I felt was the wind. Touch and hearing played a role at the same time. The cold wind mixed with some fine particles hit the exposed skin. Then I smelled the smell of the sea, which was the fishy and salty mixed in the wind, reminding people of the dead bodies that were broken by the belly that lost their temperature. Finally, the vision was awakened again, but the role that human eyes can play in the dark is really limited. Except for combining hearing, it can tell that the sea is ahead of him and the beach is under his feet, he cannot be sure of anything.

Looking left, he could not see anything clearly, looking right, he could not see anything clearly. He tried to move, but stepped on something hard, not stone, but more like the bones of some creature. Fear, smelled the smell of imagination, came from the darkness, grabbed his heart, his legs trembled uncontrollably, and could not move any more. Imagination became enemies, and those things that only existed in the deepest part of the nightmare seemed to be dancing around him, mocking the cowardice of their creators.

So he blocked his ears and squatted down, hoping to block his hearing and reduce his touch. But he didn't dare to close his eyes. He was afraid that as soon as he closed his eyes, the things in the dark would rush out and tear him into pieces. He was afraid that as long as he didn't face the darkness, the darkness would swallow him. I don't know how long it took for such a state, it might be several hours or hundreds of years. The first ray of light appeared. But it was not a friendly light.

It is difficult to tell whether it is friendly or not, but when he saw the light, he knew at first that there was no slight kindness in it, only deep evil thoughts. The dark brown light emitted from a distant place, separating the chaotic sea and the sky deeper than the color of the sea. Something is coming, something very bad, something worse than the deepest nightmare. He looked at the light and got such a revelation in his heart.

That thing, with the dark brown light, will rise from the ocean and swallow everything. No one can stop Him, no one can fight Him, all mortals can do is serve. Kneel before Him without asking for anything in return, asking for His mercy and mercy, but He will not give mercy, He will only bring death. The dark brown light has become more. Then he saw that the things that emit a disgusting beam are nothing else, but the sun. Those dark brown lights are the morning light before the sunrise on the sea, but when did the sun become this unwilling appearance?

At the end of the sea, the terrifying sunrise could not be stopped. He wanted to turn his head and escape, but was surprised to find that his feet were buried in the beach until his calves were buried in the beach. The dark brown light illuminated this world full of hatred. He saw that the beach he was in was pale because it was not fine sand, but bones ground into pieces. He wanted to scream, and he wanted to poke his eyes blind with his hands, deaf ears, tear his skin, and stop feeling this terrifying world, but he couldn't. Because he saw the rising sun rising from the sea.

And, the sea illuminated by the rising sun. What is that! He asked himself, but he couldn't get the answer. The scene in front of him had exceeded his cognition. In the dark brown sunrise, some huge, twisted, indescribable shape rolled on the sea. What is that!

"Huh!" Meng woke up. Losa suddenly woke up from the deck, covered in sweat. His head was in pain, as if he was stabbed by countless tiny needles. Fortunately, it was just a dream. When he knew that he was standing up with the mast, he realized that he had been gasping for breath, and his heartbeat was as if he would pop out of his chest at any time. A faint white mist flowed by the count. He stared at the mist, but he had not realized what it was. He instinctively stretched out his hand and disturbed the white track.

Wait, fog? His brain quickly woke up and remembered the scene before his dream. He and the networm should be still vigilant on the deck of the Curse Lady. How could there be fog before the Curse Lady has not yet entered the fog sea? Cold sweat, and it became even colder in the wind. Lothar reached out and held the battle axe beside him, and the heavy feeling of the weapon made him feel a little relieved. But this was not enough. Could it be that during the time he was asleep, the witches drove the ship into the fog sea?

Thinking of this, Losa walked towards the terrace where the helm was in his impression. But soon he saw a familiar figure on the edge of the deck. When did he just need to see a blurry back to recognize the female mercenary who called himself a networm? The Count didn't know. Now it was not the time to think about this. He walked towards the networm and asked, "What's going on? We should have an anchor off the boat, where are these fogs..."

"Shh!" The networm pressed his index finger on Lossa's lips and signaled him to quiet. Then he pulled the count's clothes and pulled him to his side, pointed to the sea under the boat, and said in a very small voice, "Look. But be careful, don't disturb them."

Losa did not immediately follow the instructions of the mercenary. He stared at the latter's side face for a few seconds, and then confirmed that the Witch Hunting Knife did not send any signal that he was confused before looking at the sea with confidence. Then he forgot to breathe for several seconds. The mist-covered sea surface emitted a dim blue light, which was the scene caused by the gathering of large groups of plankton. The Count wanted to tell whether the glowing creature was shrimp or jellyfish, but the appearance of these luminous bodies itself was covered by the grand light, and there was no result.

"It's amazing, so beautiful." The Count exclaimed in an equally low voice. He had never seen such a scene in any book.

But the networm seemed not satisfied with the answer. She moved her body closer to Lothar and whispered more carefully in his ear, "Look carefully, there is something under the luminous objects."

The count's eyes narrowed. His eyesight was not bad, but the waves of the waves still greatly affected the difficulty of his identification. The networm might have realized this. She stretched out a finger and pointed to a certain position. Losa's attention extended along the finger and entered the sea surface. Sure enough, a dark gray shadow was found among the blue glowing creatures. The shape looked familiar, but Losa did not recognize what it was for a while. He asked the networm, but was pinched his arm.
Chapter completed!