569. It's A Trap 

The journey continued. Two weeks had passed just like that. They didn't sleep since, at their level of power, it was more of a leisurely activity than a natural need. Not to mention the weather that didn't allow them to sleep. 

"I wonder how anyone else managed to cross this sea. This ship is barely holding, and it's even an elven warship." Dagorith wondered while taking a few minutes of rest in the sunny weather. 

Sylvester had read the books before. "Most of the adventurers who succeeded were either powerful or went in with fleets. The latter ones barely live through it to tell the tale, as only one or two ships survive until the end."

"...The nectar of the sea, come and see…"