Lorenzo wrapped in his coat stood on the deck of the Morning Glow Advance. Today was overcast, the sky was gray without a trace of sunlight.
After days of busy work, the team concluded their tasks in Willerte and began the next stage of their journey, advancing into the interior of the Viking countries.
"Since everything is almost done, let's set off quickly."
Lorenzo was energized, without a hint of exhaustion, but Hebdo beside him was a different story, his posture slightly swaying, his face full of fatigue, his eyes bloodshot.
It's been a few days since the hangover, yet Hebdo hasn't recovered. His consciousness hazy, not even the cold winds of the Viking countries have sobered him much, lingering slight pain in his mind making these days seem unreal, he strains to recall but remembers nothing.
"Destination Ice Bay."
Notar exhaled a breath of white air and sounded the whistle.
The melodious yet piercing whistle echoed through Willerte, extending far across the ocean.
