They have been affected by the corrosion, falling into this endless cycle of killing.
In a daze, Bola felt a strange sensation, recalling the myth that the Viking had mentioned before.
Torrential rain and thunder, frenzied warriors, and bloodthirsty demons, all happening on this great ship, pressing over the ice with the guidance of light trails, heading towards unknown lands.
At this moment, everything is so similar to what the myths describe, as if, in a moment of the recent voyage, the Horned Whale had unknowingly strayed into a Divine Domain, making everything happening now part of the myth.
"We are already in the Heroic Spirit Hall."
Bola heard Froki softly saying.
Not understanding what Froki meant, Bola himself couldn't comprehend the Vikings' strange beliefs and myths, but for some reason, Bola felt a bizarre empathy at this moment, like beasts of different kinds feeling fear towards the same deadly predator.
