The first thing I feel is the wind. Touch and hearing play a role at the same time, and the cold wind mixed with certain fine particles hits the exposed skin. Then the nose smelled the smell, the smell of the sea, which was salty mixed with the wind, and in the cold it was reminiscent of a disemboweled corpse that had lost its temperature. Eventually, his vision was reawakened, but the human eye was limited in its role in the dark, and he could not be sure of anything other than the fact that he could tell by hearing that the sea was in front of him and the beach was under his feet.

If you look to the left, you can't see anything clearly, and if you look to the right, you can't see anything clearly. He tried to move, but stepped on something hard, not stone, more like the skeleton of some kind of creature. Fear, sniffing the smell of imagination came from the darkness and gripped him inside, his legs trembling uncontrollably, unable to move a single bit. Imagination became the enemy, and those things that existed only 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 crouched down, hoping to block his hearing and reduce his sense of touch. But he didn't dare, closed his eyes. He was afraid that as soon as he closed his eyes, the darkness would rush out and tear him to pieces, and he was afraid that as long as he did not face the darkness, the darkness would consume him. I don't know how long this state has been, it may be a few hours, it may be hundreds of years. The first rays of light appeared. But that's not the light of kindness.

It is difficult to distinguish between friendly and unfriendly light, but the first time he sees the light, he knows that there is no kindness in it, only deep evil thoughts. A dark brown light, emitted from a distant place, separated the chaotic sea from the sky that was darker 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 this revelation in his heart.

The thing, the thing that followed the dark brown light, would rise from the ocean and engulf everything. No one can stop Him, no one can stand against Him, all mortals can do is serve. Fall on your knees 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 even more. Then he saw that the thing that emitted the disgusting beam was none other than the sun. Those dark brown lights are the morning light before sunrise on the sea, but when did the sun become this unacceptable appearance?

At the end of the sea, the terrible sunrise could not be stopped, and he tried to turn his head and run away, but to his surprise found that his feet and calves were sunk in the sand. The dark brown light illuminated the world of abhorrence, and he saw that the sand was white as it was not fine sand, but ground bones. He wanted to scream, he wanted to poke his eyes with his hands, deaf his ears, tear his skin, so that he would no longer feel the horror of the world, but he couldn't. for he saw the rising sun from the sea.

and the sea illuminated by the morning sun. What is that, he asked himself, but he couldn't get an answer. The sight before him was beyond the limits of his cognition, in the dark brown sunrise, some huge, distorted, indescribable form tumbling on the surface of the sea, what was that!

"Whew!" dreamed, woke up. Lothar awoke from the deck with a glass of sweat. His head ached, as if he had been pricked by countless tiny needles. Thankfully, it was just a dream. Knowing that he was holding on to the mast to his feet, he realized that he had been gasping for air, and his heartbeat was clear as if it was going to pop out of his chest at any moment. A faint white mist flowed by the earl's side, and he stared at the mist, not realizing what it was, and instinctively reached out and waved it, disrupting the white trajectory.

Wait, fog?, his brain quickly woke up and remembered what it had been before the dream. He and the networm should still be keeping vigil on the deck of the Cursed Lady, and the Cursed Lady has not yet sailed into the misty sea, how can there be fog? Cold sweat is even colder when it blows in the wind. Lothar reached out and took the tomahawk beside him in his hand, the heaviness of the weapon reassuring him a little. But that wasn't enough, could it be that while they were asleep, the witches drove their ships into the misty seas?

With that in mind, Lothar walked towards the patio where she remembered the rudder being located. Soon, though, he spotted a familiar figure on the edge of the deck. Since when did he recognize this mercenary who called himself a networm only by seeing a vague back? Now was not the time to think about it, he walked towards the webworm and asked, "What's the matter? we should have anchored, where is all this fog..."

"Shhhh Then he dragged the Count by his clothes and pulled him to his side, pointed to the sea under the boat, and said in a very low voice, "Look." But be careful, don't alarm them. ”

Lothar didn't immediately follow the mercenary's instructions, he stared at the latter's side face for a few seconds, and then made sure that the witch hunting knife didn't send any signal that he was being confused before looking at the sea in confidence. Then he forgot to breathe for several seconds. The mist-shrouded sea glows with a dull blue glow, the result of a large herd of plankton congregating. The Count tried to tell whether the glowing creatures were shrimp or jellyfish, but the luminous bodies themselves were obscured by the grand light, and there was no result.

"It's amazing, it's beautiful. The Count exclaimed in the same deep voice. He had never seen anything like it in any book.

But the webworm didn't seem satisfied with the answer, and she leaned closer to Lothar and whispered more carefully in his ear, "Look closely, there's something underneath those glows. ”

The Earl's eyes narrowed, his eyesight was not bad, but the ripples of the waves still greatly affected the difficulty of his recognition. The webworm may have realized this, and she held out a finger and pointed lightly at a certain location, and Lothar's attention followed the finger into the sea, and sure enough, she spotted a dark gray shade among the blue glowing creatures. The shape looked familiar, but for a moment Lothar didn't recognize what it was. He opened his mouth to ask the networm, but was pinched on the arm.

The pain was inspired, and the Count suddenly understood what he was seeing. It is also understood why the attitude of the female mercenary is so careful and cautious. Because that gray shadow was a disfigured arm that floated on the surface of the water, soaked in the sea. Human arms.