The wild wind and cold rain poured into the chaotic command room. Under the invasion of demons, it was almost reduced to ruins, but fortunately, the main functions had not been destroyed. Froki then grasped the blood-stained helm, commanding the Morning Glow Advance to forge ahead on the stormy sea.
Galron lay to one side, unable to move long distances due to an injury on his ankle. Therefore, under Froki's orders, only Cliff and Selyu left via the damaged long ladder, while Galron remained with Froki, accompanying him on this final journey.
Looking at the hunched but tall figure, the fear in Galron's heart vanished completely. He gripped the folding blade scattered to one side, ready to confront any potential danger.
Froki stood at the helm, facing the raging wind and rain.
This turbulent sea brought nothing but endless fear to people, but in Froki's eyes, it was so beautiful, like golden wheat fields, intoxicating.
