Dertulian was jolted awake by the panic-stricken alarm calls of the Logos people.
He opened his eyes, his unease never having been this intense before, he abruptly rose from the ground and rushed onto the deck.
Before him lay nothing but the boundless sea.
The waters below were deep and dark, the Unihorns that were supposed to escort them were nowhere to be seen.
Dertulian frantically turned his head to look behind him.
He stood frozen in place.
None of the other fifty-nine Oar-sail Ships followed behind.
Upon the vast and limitless sea, there was only their single Oar-sail Ship.
"Dertulian! What should we do?"
Seeing Dertulian on deck, the people of Logos crowded around him in panic, begging the leader of the fleet for a way to save their lives.
Dertulian stood petrified, fear squeezing his chest, making breathing difficult, his mind a complete blank. The closer people got to him, the more he retreated.