It felt as if some kind of barrier had been broken.
Alka clearly felt the fluctuation coming from Pororo. At this moment, Pororo had broken through to the Three Spirals.
"I! Pororo the Shark-Fishman, Warrior of the Great Ocean! I will pass through the storm!"
He kept roaring. Magic Power continuously gathered in his hands, and water wildly coiled and spun around him.
At this moment, Alka sensed something unusual about the ship’s height. He leaned over the side to look down.
A giant shark, composed entirely of water currents, was carrying the ship.
Its watery tail swept continuously, propelling them forward along the ocean waves.
They were swiftly traversing the storm with remarkable stability, experiencing no jarring up-and-down movements.
The companions who had set out with them were long left far behind.
Another massive wave rose from the side, sweeping directly toward them.
This wave blotted out the sky. If it crashed down, it would engulf them. Though it might not necessarily harm them, the experience would be anything but pleasant.
Just then, Julia stepped forward, the semi-transparent Ice Crystal Blade appearing in her hand.
Her aura was also constantly climbing, breaking through layer after layer, and the Magic Power around her began to form a vacuum.
The escalating aura signaled to everyone that she was rapidly reclaiming her former strength.
Away from the Holy Mother’s seas and free from suppression, she returned to the Six Spirals.
The Ice Crystal Blade in her hand was already covered with a thick layer of Frost, and faint spells were even visible upon it.
She raised her blade and swung it at the oncoming wave that threatened to engulf them.
A colossal, pale-white Flying Blade, pulsing with Coldness, shot out, striking the wave directly.
At the point of impact, ice rapidly spread outwards in layers, freezing the colossal wave in mid-air.
The curved surface of the frozen wave now formed a protective barrier, sheltering them until they passed through the arch of ice.
And the Sound of Dawn, carried by the water-shark beneath it, continued swiftly onward.
The surrounding storm grew increasingly violent. Fierce winds battered their bodies, trying to blow them off the ship. Google seaʀᴄh nοvelfire.net
Most of the spells on the Sound of Dawn had surfaced, and the ship itself was also controlling its own navigation.
Even if they were capsized and sunk to the seabed, they had a final ace up their sleeve. Their final ace was the ability to use Stealth underwater.
The waves gradually calmed, the howling winds in their ears began to ease, and the thunder in the sky had long since disappeared.
The surrounding sea finally became serene.
Looking back, they could still see the pitch-black expanse of sea behind them—the vast swathe of dark clouds and the ocean it overshadowed.
They had finally passed through the storm.
Here, the sea was finally calm.
Although the sky was somewhat dim and the sea still had waves rising and falling, that was enough.
The Sound of Dawn also began to cruise calmly on the sea. The wind and the currents below continued to push them forward without a moment’s pause.
This was a voyage of no return, one that would continue until they reached the Endless Sea.
On deck, Pororo was leaning against the railing at the bow, head drooping, fast asleep.
Facing the storm’s trials, conjuring a gigantic water-shark, and breaking through to the Three Spirals at such a critical moment had all exhausted him. As they sailed into calmer waters, he had immediately sat down to rest.
He wasn’t the only one; everyone around looked fatigued, either leaning or sitting down to rest. Of course, this didn’t include Julia, who had regained all her strength and reached the Six Spirals. She sat on the railing, singing softly with an air of ease.
The melodious song soothed everyone; the Magic Power in her voice was helping them rapidly recover their physical condition.
"That was quite the welcome, throwing a storm like that at us right as we came out," Jason said, his voice weak. "I can’t tell if they put it there on purpose or if it’s just always like that at the exit."
Alka leaned against the wall of the forecastle behind him, staring at the sky. The sky here seems no different.
It seemed the dark clouds that had just enveloped the sky had dispersed. The dim sky had brightened, and the blue sky, white clouds, and sun had reappeared.
He couldn’t help but say, "I wonder how many of those ships that came out with us actually survived." After all, they had just witnessed several ships being destroyed by waves and sinking for various reasons.
"Maybe ten or so," Jason replied weakly. Afterward, they both fell silent and rested quietly.
At this moment, the puppet Alka always wore at his waist twitched and began to change.
Lucilia’s soul floated out again, entering the puppet.
She perched on Alka’s shoulder, observing the surroundings.
"This place doesn’t look much different from the Homeland Sea, does it?"
Indeed, judging by the surroundings alone, it didn’t seem very different from the Homeland Sea. The only real distinctions were the wind, which blew consistently in one direction, and the currents, which flowed ceaselessly forward. The ocean stretched endlessly in all directions, without a single island in sight. They didn’t need to worry about their course; the currents and wind would naturally propel them onward, all the way to the gateway of the Endless Sea. They had merely left the Homeland Sea and were now on the path to the Endless Sea.