Hesitate and you'll be swallowed by the vortex

The dark red fire glowed faintly in the dark, deep mist, and then sparks fluttered like fireflies in the air, the embers bearing witness to that moment.

The roar seemed like it came from the distant past, long and distant, slowly vibrating and spreading through the lit air as the blinding red light tore through the curtain of darkness.

"ROAR!!!"

The dragon's breath was like a crimson sword, bisecting the darkness in front of him.

Eleazar has finally seen the light...

The water, as viscous as ink, slowly rose, as if something had stood up, and his ship was held in mid-air by countless pairs of arms.

A giant shell as big as an island, with countless arms growing on its back, walking heavily and slowly in the dark waters where the sun never shines.

A thick, slender collar neck peeked back from the end of the darkness, seaweed-like wet hair hanging down in disarray like a waterfall, and a pair of chaotic, pitch-black pupils hung above the human head, which was the size of a house.

The Evil God's Familiars...

Legendary level!

After a second of silence, Witcher put away the glowing silver sword, and then put away the holy light lamp as well.

The huge human head slowly retracted.

After half a day, the arm-length turtle-shelled island slowly sank into the water as well.

The entire sea was dead silent, and everything seemed no different from before.

After waiting motionless for a moment, waiting for the creepy pressure to completely move away, Eleazar took out his holy light again and hung it up, then jumped into the water with his silver sword.

Split all those arms that grabbed the bottom of the boat and escorted it through the water.

Climbing up into the cockpit now and then to adjust the direction and steer the expedition ship, whose gauges seemed a bit inaccurate, Eleazar flew away from the horrific waters.

After a long time, the suffocating black fog which suddenly dispersed, and he returned to that windy sea.

The sky was still overcast, with a sparse drizzle, and now and then a silent bolt of lightning struck, but the dark mist that stretched out of sight disappeared.

"If it wasn't for protecting the ship..."

Eleazar muttered darkly, drumming his dragon's breath to dry the moisture from his body.

Suddenly sensing another bit of movement, he quickly looked back.

Only a large, rusty ship anchored at the border in that dark, deep sea, as if it had followed him all the way to see him run out, but it couldn't disengage.

Eleazar lifted his head and locked eyes for a long moment with the row of men on the side of the ship with black mist coming out of their eyes.

"Go back, when I'm free later, I'll come back to relieve you..."

As soon as the words left his mouth, a black mark was viciously branded on the back of his hand, implanted deep into the titan's body and impossible to dispel.

It was a gathering of the grievances of an entire ship full of people and the pacts of the dead...

The truth that silence is golden proved useful even in the transcendental world.

Examining it, Eleazar realizes that the black mark is a cursed mark full of corrosive power that will grow in strength and spread throughout his body over time, and will presumably go to the ship of the dead in the form of a grudge when it has consumed all of his life force.

With the dead hanging over him and the impression of the evil god's favorites, Eleazar continues his journey.

...

...

"Woo--"

The sea wind ghosted and howled shrilly across the undulating gray sea, and the growing rain poured down on the top of the ship with a crisp 'crackling' sound.

The adventure ship, which carried a giant octopus tentacle on each side of the ship, chopped through the wind and waves, traveling bumpily on the stormy sea.

Tearing a tough piece of octopus meat from his knife, Eleazar chews hard as he looks at the navigational charts.

"It seems like it's almost here..."

Even though he deviated from his course midway and chose the nearest path, he still sailed through uncharted waters for almost a month.

It's been three months since we set sail, and two of those months were spent adrift at sea.

Taking into account that the return journey would also take two months, that meant he could explore for another month at most...

"It's fine, just think of it as scouting, sooner or later we're going to have to come here once anyway..."

Wanted by Celine and unable to venture to Loran, the two women seem to have Rune as their only home.

That place was a transcendental ecosystem catalyzed by the Archdruids with the World Tree, and it was said that there had once been the Dragon's Island, the Moonlight Woodland, the Garden of Dreams... All kinds of countless nests of transcendental creatures, a sea of tree demon forests with swarms of silver pegasus breeding goblins and elves, countless transcendental herbs of all kinds, and even the seas outside were the Naga's realm, forbidding any ships to cross from their skies.

That place was a paradise for adventurers, leaving behind countless legends, and the entire Golden Age story revolved around this man-made continent full of magical things, in the end, it was only when the Church gathered the transcendental power of the entire country and waged the last Transcendental Battle that the group of transcendental creatures that had overturned people's perceptions were all wiped out clean.

And all the dangers that had befallen him on his path were all the legacy of the effects of that world-renowned battle of Seamount.

Thinking back on the history of Rune, Eleazar, who was silently at the helm, suddenly narrowed his eyes and then stepped out of the cabin, feeling that tiptoeing still wasn't enough, he simply jumped to the top of the ship and crossed his palms in front of his forehead, trying his best to look into the distance.

It was a despairing ocean, the view was full of dark and horrible maelstroms, without any regularity distributed throughout the entire sea in front of them, the suction from the deep sea seemed to have affected the sky, uncountable clouds of maelstroms drooped down in the shape of spikes and cones, and countless lightning bolts brewed within them, emitting silent howls of fury.

He finally arrived...

The swirling seas!

Approaching that place, all the rain from the sky sloped forward, and it was also obvious that the water underfoot had become much more rapid as if it couldn't wait to join in.

The suction grew stronger and stronger, to the point where Eleazar was finally forced to reverse the ship's bow and slowly prowl around the outside of that sea in a backward slow motion, attempting to be able to figure out a way to get through.

Soon, Eleazar realizes in despair that the little boat under his feet will never get by...

And just then, the sky and the earth suddenly brightened, and amid a huge silent lightning bolt sweeping by, a trembling black shadow emerged from the sky.

AIRCRAFT...

A violently rocking airboat has just penetrated the clouds!

Eleazar tilted his head back, his eyes incredibly complex as he watched the airship, covered in sheet metal, absorb the lightning around it and disappear into the clouds by being dragged.

"Would love to have them give me a ride ....."

Hovering a few nautical miles away with maximum horsepower on, Eleazar silently took the helm of the ship in a somewhat subdued mood.

The one who was being held was across the sea and he couldn't get across.

But at that moment, another huge shadow was illuminated by lightning on the side.

The ship, constantly being pulled and panned by suction, stumbled upon another special spectacle.

In the light of the lightning, an island of shipwrecks, completely piled up from various steel wrecks, shimmered into view.