Clearly it's daytime, yet not a sliver of sunlight falls; dark clouds gather thickly, forming a heavy barrier, with wind, rain, and lightning relentlessly flashing within.
The sea rolls and roars, with the Paradise standing tall amidst it, unmoved, just as its name implies, in this apocalyptic scene, it is the only paradise.
Through the howling wind and rain, melodious string music is heard.
The Paradise, the United Company's palace on the sea, a mobile base overseeing Free Port, under the invitation of the banquet, guests flock onto the deck, stepping into the brightly lit banquet hall; the people of the Tide have no fear of passengers straying, as the areas related to the Extraordinary World have been strictly sealed through the Void Realm's isolation.
Ewen stood alone on the deck, holding an umbrella, like a flower swaying in the storm, with the guests already inside the banquet hall, only he seemed out of place, standing outside, unwilling to step in.
