Lily put down the book, drew back the curtain, and looked outside through the round porthole.
Outside was still pitch black, just like that day.
But this time, there were no glowing jellyfish to illuminate the sea; no one knew what was hidden in this darkness now.
Maybe there's nothing, or maybe there's something else.
Lily closed the novel in her hand, pushed open the door, and walked toward the cockpit.
As she moved, the tips of her hair, glowing faintly, swayed gently in the air.
In the unexplored sea region, no one knew if they would encounter a God; no one wanted to die, the atmosphere on the ship was extremely tense, and everyone was cautious.
The closer they got to the target, the colder the temperature became, and everyone wore all the clothes they could.
Watching them hunch their shoulders and exhale white air, Lily felt nothing.
"Captain, how much longer?" Lily asked Kelas, who was leaning against the wall drinking.
