Swoosh~swoosh——
The azure ocean waters ceaselessly battered the hull of the triangular-sailed fishing boat.
From a distance, these azure waters appeared beautiful, but as they drew near, they lost their allure, turning into the clear and ordinary sight you'd expect.
At the moment, the fishing boat was completely stationary because there was nobody steering it, and the sails had been lowered, leaving it to drift with the waves.
The brown deck was filled with solemn-faced crew members prostrate on the ground, murmuring archaic phrases that Colin had never heard before.
'Wait a bit longer... The prayers are still ongoing, and it's not the right time to act,' Colin exhaled deeply, suppressing the urge to intervene that his conjectures had stirred within him.
If the young Ante indeed possessed some means or device to disguise himself as a Divine Believer and helped him cross the Divine defense line,
then without a doubt, there was no reason for him to pass up such a thing!
