Strong winds and cold rain poured into the messy command room. Under the invasion of demons, it was almost turned into ruins. Fortunately, the main functions had not been destroyed. Floki took control of the blood-stained steering wheel and made the Morning Advance move forward on the turbulent sea.
Garlon fell to one side. Due to his ankle injury, it was difficult for him to move long distances. Therefore, under Floki's order, only Krav and Seleu left here along the broken ladder, while Garlon stayed here to accompany Floki on this final journey.
Looking at the hunched but tall figure, the fear in Garlon's heart disappeared completely. He tightly grasped the folding knife scattered beside him, ready to deal with possible danger.
Floki stood at the steering wheel, facing the strong wind and heavy rain.
This surging sea brings only endless fear to people, but in Floki's eyes, it is so beautiful, like a golden wheat field, which makes people intoxicated.
Floki dedicated his entire life to the exploration of the Silent Sea. In order to build large ships that could penetrate the Silent Sea, he fully supported the establishment of the Lingbing Bay Shipyard, allowed trade between the territories, greedily plundered wealth, and built larger ironclad ships one after another.
Because of these reasons, Floki was actually very good at operating ironclad ships, even the unfamiliar Morning Advance. Floki had started learning these long before he escaped from the Narwhal alive.
"Old friend..."
Floki muttered.
The earthly python poked its body out of the storm fog, and the rusty Narwhal sailed out of the wind and waves.
For a moment, Floki felt as if he had returned to ten years ago. He was still trapped in that seemingly endless storm. Everything he had experienced in the past ten years was just a short dream.
Nothing has changed, the only thing that has changed is himself.
His sturdy body became hunched, his strong muscles began to shrink and shrivele, his gray hair hung down in a mess, he looked disheveled, and his body was stained with the smell of urine, but his eyes were still bright, and the fanaticism hidden in them was endless.
"My Lord... Lingbing Bay..."
Seeing Floki's resurgence, Garlon finally came back to his senses from his ecstasy, and then spoke sadly.
"Don't be sad, Garlon. At least you don't have to be sad about the Ice Bay."
Floki stared straight ahead, and his eyes never moved away.
During the long days of the erosion, Floki dreamed that he was swimming on this silent sea, this empty and silent sea.
Sometimes he could see everything in the world from the reflection on the sea, and sometimes the breeze would bring the voices of the crowd.
During this journey, although Floki fell into madness, he was very clear about what was happening around him, the Battle of Prismatic Bay, the fighting of demons, the progress of the Lone Sea...
Floki knew very well what the situation was like now. He was fearless and had no attachment.
"Although these words may sound cruel to you, this is the truth."
Floki held the steering wheel, and the freezing wind made him gradually lose consciousness, but his gradually alienated body burst out with extremely powerful vitality, allowing him to stand.
"Prismatic Bay is of no value to me, Garlon."