The surface of the sea was pitch black.
Professor Surman stood at the bow of the ship, gazing at the terrifying giant tree on the horizon.
The Empire's fleet seemed to have reached the edge of the world, with steel juggernauts belching smoke and steam, navigating across the edge of the ancient book's fruit. The sea, shaped like a book, was already the last page, the route 'Ancient Tree of Knowledge' gradually becoming a dim background.
The 'Paper Sea' began to ripple, the waves rising and falling, pushing the giant ship towards the mist-shrouded void ahead.
Soon they would reach the Fog Strait…
The elderly professor, well-dressed with silver-white hair, could instantly discern the fleet's current position. Surman glanced sideways at the two Black Dream submarines sailing beneath the sea surface on either side of the giant vessel, constantly safeguarding their passage.
It seemed that Lord Frost Falcon really valued the cooperation between the Empire and the Ark…
