322 322. Cliché

The entirety of the sea was considered a danger zone.

The density of "Breath" in it was generally higher due to the lesser concentration of living beings.

The sea was simply too vast, even if it had numerically more living beings that absorbed the "Breath", its width made up for it.

Noah was still flying, the endless crystalline water prevented him from understanding how far he had traveled, only his mind was useful to keep track of his advance.

'More than one month, no land in sight.'

Noah sighed as he took a pill from his space-ring and ate it, the constant flight was slowly eroding his reserves of energy, only his pills and potions allowed him to continue in his travel.

Another week had to pass before Noah spotted one small island that stood alone in the immensity of the sea.

Noah didn't waste time, he dove directly toward its sandy terrain and landed violently, a small cloud made of yellow sand rose in the air due to the impact.