Waves rose and fell, the small boat rocked, and all that met the eye was the unchanging blue sea water; time seemed to slow in such repetition, yet also seemed to hasten.
Before he realized it, night had stealthily arrived.
On a black reef about ten sea miles from the Pahama Islands, roughly only a dozen meters in length and width, Colin gazed toward Pahama Island and waited quietly.
For his own safety, he didn't venture to follow Anna and company to Pahama Island, nor did he choose to get close… Ten sea miles was already the closest distance in his heart.
Moreover, he could offer no help to Anna and the other, and there was no need to be too close… All he could do was silently wait.
In this sea domain ruled by the divine, being a wizard was like cheese in a heap of mice; once a hint of scent was detected, he would be swarmed and attacked.
"Sir, which island are you from?"
At this moment, young Ante, seemingly to ease the silent atmosphere, suddenly initiated conversation.
