The sunlight vanished in an instant.
Outside the cabin, a grey-white fog quickly enveloped and devoured that touch of warmth.
Nikita's slightly bewildered eyes under the sunlight regained tranquility, the demonic crimson shimmering once more.
"Fog is rising, huh."
She murmured, pushing away the chair beneath her and stood up.
Each time the fog rose, it signaled a voyage far and wide.
Nikita still remembered the distant day, when she first boarded the Mist Ship, fog had also risen. That day, she followed the captain, traveling afar on the calm sea, meeting the other three legendary captains.
The captains of the Whirlpool Ship, the Poseidon Ship, and the Iceberg Ship.
After that day, she rarely had the chance to leave the ship again.
