With how bizarre this game was, Marcus wouldn't be too surprised if the rod were to hook a Divine beast.
'Okay, that had been an exaggeration.'
A Mythic Artifact attracting a Divine Beast? The chances of that happening were practically nonexistent.
With everyone else occupied, Marcus leaned back against the bow and took out Silas's map, deciding to study their destination more carefully while they sailed. Their next stop was the Sea Lion's Tomb.
The more he looked at the map, the more he was reminded of just how unimaginably vast the Dreamland Continent truly was.
They had already been sailing for over five hours, yet they were still at least two full days away from the Sea Lion's Tomb.
