A human fleet that had never existed before sailed into the distant sea towards an ancient unknown realm. The surging power brought by magic-powered machines broke through the waves, and ancient races from the deep sea, along with the legendary dragons, led the course and protected the safety of the fleet—a scene that almost everyone believed would only appear in the stories of bards.
Byron Kirk stood on the deck of the Winter, gazing into the distance. The cold wind carried the smell of the ocean. At some point, he became accustomed to this scent, used to the feeling of grandeur and awe that arose when facing the boundless sea directly.
