The fleet was traveling at low speed in the unyielding fog, the vague silhouettes of the ships looked at each other, like a group of immense specters undulating in the sea of mist.
Inside the Eternal Veil, the power of the fog was far greater than outside the barrier. As the fleet continued to move deeper, the surrounding fog grew increasingly difficult to disperse. Even with the blazing "Spiritual Fire Lighthouse" illuminating the entire fleet, thin mists still permeated from the edges of the sea, enveloping each ship, flowing over the decks — the invasive fog even began to seep into the cabins, swirling around the sailors.
Commander Sandra of the Homeloss stood at the command post within the bridge, slightly furrowing her brows, staring somberly at the slowly drifting wisps of thin fog around her.