Having somehow managed to slip away from Vincent's watchful gaze, Zion boarded a ship as sneakily as possible.
It was the safest choice.
From there, he could reach a neighbouring country first, then enter Revhara through one of its ports. The whole journey would take at least another month.
Though ships were powered by magic, they were still bound by countless safety protocols. The captain showed no intention of rushing—nor would Zion have trusted one who did.
Once, long ago, a captain's impatience had led to catastrophe. A massive vessel, carrying more than two thousand souls, had vanished beneath the ocean's depths.
The sea swallowed it whole, leaving no trace behind, only its ruins in the depths of the ocean. It was only two centuries later that scholars from the Magic Tower uncovered its remains, resting silently beneath the sea—a grim reminder of what recklessness and impatience could cost—countless lives.
