Epoch
Éditeur: EndlessFantasy Translation
The restless spirits of nature were the reason the storms at Anos Abyss never calmed.
Green lightning danced across the thick clouds of gloom; it was pure mana discharged as destructive electricity. A breath of the Abyss was blowing winds and pushing tides, aggravating the weather even further.
But on the tenth of July, Starfall Year 833, although the sky and the sun were still concealed under gray rainclouds, it was a rare day in Anos.
There was no rain, and even the usual billowing rush of air had calmed, allowing a moment of peace on the usual tumultuous sea.
Still, anyone knew that it was calm before the real storm.
On the surface of the black sea, a white ark was tranquilly navigating through the waters.
It did not have a sail or pedal. Instead, its flanks carried a tremendous airflow around it, allowing the waves to push it ahead while golden ripples akin to the sun spread from the arc itself, purging the sea off the unclean.