Dudley Harbour.

The huge steel warship hovered beside the equally tall tower, dozens of iron chains or pipes of various thicknesses connected to the side of the warship, and when you looked up from the ground, you could see a dense network of ant-like humans shuttling through it, carrying supplies.

At the bow of the ship, a sculpture of the storm bird symbolizing thunder and storm, reflects the afterglow of the setting sun and shines in the golden sunset.

This is the Storm Rose, one of the strongest combat forces in the hands of the Magic Association, at this moment, this huge whale is quietly docked in the harbor, carrying out replenishment operations, dreadnought-class strategic floating ships usually have thousands of sailors who have at least a certain level of magic, and their formation requirements are to be able to maintain a non-supply cruise for at least six months, so that even if the Rainbow Tower is devastated, the Dreadnought-class battleship can still cruise in the depths of the half-plane, command and counterattack.

As a result, each replenishment lasts at least a week, allowing the crew of the Stormrose to rest.

Except for those who are on duty to guard the rooms.

Albert was one of them, he was originally a member of the reloading team, and their job was to stuff heavy shells into the barrels, of course, using magic rather than brute force, Albert was the best at mage's hands, and became the leader of the second reloading team.

During the docking, he would spend three days guarding the night outside the co-captain's chamber, carefully observing any changes in it, and recording it as soon as he found it and notifying the High Council.

In fact, he didn't really "star" at the room, but through a monitoring device provided by the High Council, he monitored the contents of the room.

On the table in front of Albert, a model of flowing sand stood out, a model that mirrored everything in the vice-captain's room, so meticulous that Albert could zoom in on every detail at the slightest thought, and he could even read the text of the book that the vice-captain had spread out on the table.

Similarly, whenever there is any unusual movement in the room, it will be reflected immediately, and it can be traced back for a period of time. Lord Braggs had set up a magic spell that kept the co-captain's room under constant scrutiny from the watchful eye of the crew on duty.

Tonight was Albert's last night on duty, and after sunrise to-morrow he would be able to go back to take a hot shower, change into clean and comfortable clothes, and have a good day at the tavern in the harbor.

He and the other two kept a close eye on the movements in the vice-captain's room, but just like the people who had been watching them for the previous month, the things in the room did not move at all, and nothing changed.

In the middle of the night, Albert couldn't help but yawn, he only took a short break during the day, and the days of surveillance had exhausted him, and Albert looked up at the other two, who were also tired.

It was darkest before dawn, and the hours before the end of the watch would be when they were most relaxed.

Albert wanted to light a cigarette at this time, and he couldn't smoke on the ship at any time and place except on the deck when he was sailing, which made him a little helpless with an old smoking gun.

His eyes became a little hazy, and the sand model that Albert was staring at seemed to have some ghosting, and his eyelids were heavy, as if they would droop in the next moment.

It was in this half-dreaming moment that Albert seemed to see a figure suddenly appear in the model, and after searching the room for a while, the figure took the quill on the table, dipped it in ink, and began to write something on a piece of parchment.

Albert just looked at the figure, as if he had forgotten his original purpose.

Then, the cold war of another person next to him affected Albert, and he also came back to his senses and looked at everything in the model in horror.

They immediately stood up and looked to the side, peering through the window on the door into the brightly lit vice-captain's quarters.

However, nothing was seen.

"Am I sleepy?"

Albert was a little confused, he glanced at the model again, and the figure inside should be gone, only the quills slowly fell to the ground, and it was terrifying to see.

I checked the room again, and the quill was indeed no longer in its original position, and the splashed ink was like blood, bit by bit, spread out on the ground.

Albert's gaze was focused on the location of the figure in the trance, and the model was enlarged, reflecting the appearance of parchment, which was a picture of a bird living only in a certain half-plane, with simple and powerful lines, and a few strokes outlining the characteristics of this creature.

However, at this moment, everyone's eyes were not on the bird, but on a corner of the picture.

In that place, even through the model of the gravel, you can see that the undried ink forms a messy text, which is a short sentence.

- I'm here, and it's here.

Everyone was shocked, and Albert felt a chill down his spine, although there seemed to be nothing in the room now, the various legends had sketched an extremely terrifying picture in his mind.

Vice-Captain Paul had no body, only a soul, haunting the room where he had lived for the rest of his life, he appeared on the table, under the bed, behind everyone, he let out a silent cry, he just wanted to show people his existence.

Finally, Vice Captain Paul got his chance, and he picked up his quill and wrote down such a sentence.

I'm here, and it's here.

"I" can understand that this should be the self-title of Vice Captain Paul, so who is "it" and where is it?

Between his thoughts, Albert felt a wave of horror, he felt as if there was a breeze behind him, and it was like someone's breath, and he did not dare not look back, as if he would be pulled into the abyss by something indescribable.

It was clear that there was a temperature regulating circle in the cabin, and the temperature was pleasant, but cold sweat was already oozing from Albert's forehead, and where he could not see, the darkness was like a huge and ugly monster, as if it was about to devour them.

Feeling the aura of evil chaos getting closer and closer, Albert's hair stood on end, and finally, he couldn't help but look back.

And yet there was nothing there.

There was nothing, only the empty corridor of the cabin, the lights flickering, and the moonlight outside the window, miserable white and bright.

"Is it really a delusion......

Albert let out a long sigh of relief, and just as he relaxed, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a sharp glimpse of the wall on the side of the hallway, where a clearly visible scratch came into Albert's vision.

I'm here, and it's here!