Escort

Upon the endless ocean, there was only the sound of the distant tide.

In the thick cloud of fog, all was quiet.

A vast and mighty fleet was hidden in the mist, moving silently forward. They had cut off all contact with the outside world, entering a state of total silence. They kept a minimum distance between ships in the fog, only communicating with each other through primitive lamp signals.

The thick fog covered everything. The ships' engines were set as low as possible, and the slight sounds that they produced were covered up by the chaotic noise of the black zone. They advanced towards the Ultimate as silently as ghosts.

Sylvaine sat in the command seat on the bridge of the Royal Navy's flagship, silently staring at the nautical charts.

"We've already passed beyond our nation's borders, Commander," the navigator reported. "In ten minutes we'll be leaving the black zone and coming into the range of the Ultimate."