Chapter 703: Puppets Have Their Own Ways of Entertainment ()

This was a hidden sea area that appeared on no official charts and also lay far from any legal shipping route—civilization's lights could not illuminate this sea blanketed in thin mists, and no sane ocean-going captain would willingly venture here. The grand curtain of fog that surrounded the entire world stood before us, and even though the sunlight still brightened the ocean, those who sailed here could not find a shred of solace in its rays.

People had given this chilling place a name—the Boundary.

A ship, almost in ruins and by all logic should have already sunk to the ocean floor, was slowly navigating through the fog, as silently as a specter heading towards the faraway barrier cliff, the "Wall of Fog."