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... irst observe the ship behind him; instead, he followed the sound that infiltrated the will of the soul, the "creak—creak—," looking at the area below the deck.
His gaze fell on the sea surface closest to him.
This sea surface didn’t seem very fragmented; instead, it was a viscous, oily, shiny black mirror. Despite the sound of seawater, it hardly stirred a ripple.
The ship clearly appeared to be sailing but resembled more of a sluggish glide. The slightly tattered and dec ...
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