Dertulian stood beneath the gathering storm clouds.
The Oar-sail Ship rocked amid the surging waves, as the people of Logos huddled together, casting anxious glances at the sky's anomalies.
The violent winds swept up the sea water, dyeing the sky a deep blue, as the sun dimmed and was quickly obscured by dark clouds, the ship's sails leaning to one side—a clear sign of impending destruction!
Thunder exploded above the sea, and rain began to fall, striking the ship and causing it to sway from side to side.
Dertulian still stood on the deck, facing the sky flashing with lightning.
It seemed the storm sought to bury these defiant Logos people in the sea, entombing them here.
Dertulian looked up to the sky, his eyes fixed steadfastly on the dense clouds as if gazing directly into the eyes of the Gods.
Torrential rain poured down, and the Oar-sail Ship vibrated with a buzzing tremor, the waves growing larger each time, sharp as knives, threatening to tear the vessel apart.
Crack!