Those chaotic and broken memories seemed to explode like a sudden flash of light in the darkness, illuminating countless shadowy and once-hidden things. Although fragmented and incomplete, a gut intuition surged within Gawain, making him instantly realize what it was—
It was that mysterious voyage record, or rather, a part of the voyage record!
Victoria's voice dwindled and seemed distant, while Gawain's consciousness was already immersed in the depths of the dissipating image.
He "saw" an unfamiliar beach, rugged with strange rocks and desolate, with winding cliffs and steep slopes covered with stones stretching from afar. On the other side, the sea gently undulated, waves softly hitting the reefs near the beach, and the glow of dawn was rising from the horizon, sunlight of spectacular color shone on the cliffs and slopes, bathing the entire world in a golden hue.
