RUMBLE!
The skies above a vast ocean rumbled. Although the clouds were dark and gloomy, the thunderbolts crackling through them would brighten them occasionally, and when lightning fell, the world would become bright for a split second.
Droplets of water fell from the sky, smashing into the surface of the ocean. Despite the terrifying storm, a massive ship sailed through these troubled waters.
Strangely, the ocean in a kilometer radius around this ship was completely calm, allowing the ship to sail peacefully.
'It's still raining. It's been days now. Ever since these orcs came to this world through that red gate, the sun vanishes wherever they go, the clouds haven't stopped rumbling. The ocean is uneasy. There are typhoons even at its depths and mighty waves at the surface; nowhere is safe.'
A pale-skinned man squatted on a rock slightly above the ocean. The waves smashed against him, yet he remained there, clutching a golden trident firmly.
