The vortex had formed, bringing with it the sensation of falling downward.
Within the slanted wall of water, the sea surface was completely out of sight. Behind the ship was a ridge of seawater, with the summit of mountains faintly visible, slowly moving.
It was a power beyond humans, a force even demigods could not touch, an irresistible celestial might.
Prayers came from below. Many of the crew were believers of the Storm Church, seemingly here for purposes similar to collecting intelligence for the War Church. Now, these devotees of the Storm God were all in panic, thinking this gigantic vortex that could swallow an entire nation was divine punishment from the Storm God.
The captain did not pray. He had no faith; those aspiring to be Legendary Transcendents could not afford beliefs... He merely leaned silently against the railing of the mast's lookout, lighting a cigarette, reminiscing about his life.
