Time always seems to vanish in the blink of an eye during training sessions.
Ryan, deeply engrossed in mastering the enigmatic [Storm Sword Skill - Breaking Waves], was jolted back to reality by the sudden rocking of the ship and the alarmed cries piercing through the hull. The salty sting of sweat clung to his brow as he seized a hefty wooden stick, hastily making for the deck without pausing to change his drenched clothes.
Could the Stalker be upon them?
As he stepped out, the crisp, cool air of the sea washed over him, and the horizon melded sea and sky under the soft hues of the approaching dusk. Ryan's eyes darted across the deck, finding no signs of an enemy vessel. His pulse quickened as he grabbed a nearby pirate, his urgency palpable. "What's happened?"
The pirate's face was a canvas of shock and dread. "Sir, Mr. Ryan, it's a sea monster!"
"Sea monster?" Ryan's brow furrowed slightly.