Above the fog sea, a transport ship from Steel Refining City sailed slowly.
Inside the cabin.
A 5-year-old child sat on a seat by the window, curiously looking outside.
The fog outside was dense, obscuring everything, while seeming to hide everything as if something might emerge from it at any moment.
"I'm scared."
He suddenly turned his head and hugged his mother next to him.
The young mother patted his head: "Then don't look at the Dead Sea, look inside the ship."
But Wang Jun, sitting next to him, said: "Don't be afraid, Xiao Tao. A man must learn to be brave."
He picked the child up onto his lap: "Listen to me. The Dead Sea is very dangerous, filled with all kinds of powerful monsters. At first, humans were just like you, very afraid, only daring to stay on land."
"However, monsters won't leave just because we retreat. Instead, because we never set foot in the Dead Sea, they come and go as they please, killing many people."
