Chapter 1748: Sails
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Chapter 1748 Sails
An hour after they had cast off from Lioness port, doubt began to gnaw at Emery's gut. The confidence he once wore like a cloak now felt like an ill-fitting garment.
His magic was a marvel in itself. With a simple incantation, he could delve deep into the minds of creatures, extracting even the most concealed of dark elf secrets. However, when faced with the challenge of the ship's navigation, his spells faltered. There was no incantation in his vast repertoire that would help him make sense of the captain's indecipherable scribblings.
He wasn't entirely helpless though. His spirit reading, a gift that allowed him to sense the very aura of distant places, extended to landmarks many miles away. However, even with that sixth sense, he was sailing blind without a coherent chart to relate his intuitions to.
In his desperation, Emery decided to consult his [memory cube], a mystical object that held the imprint of his past experiences. He delved deep, seeking visuals from his previous voyage aboard an Egyptian ship. He hoped to trace that voyage's trajectory and apply it to his current predicament. But to his chagrin, the memories he summoned were hazy at best.
But then, Emery's senses honed in on a distant but familiar sensation—the shores of Gaul. Piecing together this new revelation with his fragmented memories, he barked orders to the sailors. "Set to portside!"
However, a moment of clarity had him correcting himself immediately, "No, belay that... it's the other way around. Starboard side! Turn to the East."
As the ship began its cumbersome turn, Queen Gwen approached, her brow furrowed with concern. "Abe, is everything alright? Why are we changing our course?"
Caught off guard, Emery hesitated, searching for an explanation. "Well.... the winds are acting up... They've stirred strong wave currents, which... means we need to adjust our path... yes.. that's why"
Her azure eyes scanned the horizon, "I hope these adjustments won't hinder our timeline. We have only seven days."
He offered her a reassuring smile, albeit a shaky one. "Worry not. We will make it."
As she departed, relief washed over Emery. Gwen's lack of sailing experience was a blessing in disguise. She couldn't discern his blunders.
However, Emery wasn't free from judgment as voices in his mind, he could hear of ancient entities he had bonded with.
a voice sneered.
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Chapter 1748 Sails
An hour after they had cast off from Lioness port, doubt began to gnaw at Emery's gut. The confidence he once wore like a cloak now felt like an ill-fitting garment.
His magic was a marvel in itself. With a simple incantation, he could delve deep into the minds of creatures, extracting even the most concealed of dark elf secrets. However, when faced with the challenge of the ship's navigation, his spells faltered. There was no incantation in his vast repertoire that would help him make sense of the captain's indecipherable scribblings.
He wasn't entirely helpless though. His spirit reading, a gift that allowed him to sense the very aura of distant places, extended to landmarks many miles away. However, even with that sixth sense, he was sailing blind without a coherent chart to relate his intuitions to.
In his desperation, Emery decided to consult his [memory cube], a mystical object that held the imprint of his past experiences. He delved deep, seeking visuals from his previous voyage aboard an Egyptian ship. He hoped to trace that voyage's trajectory and apply it to his current predicament. But to his chagrin, the memories he summoned were hazy at best.
But then, Emery's senses honed in on a distant but familiar sensation—the shores of Gaul. Piecing together this new revelation with his fragmented memories, he barked orders to the sailors. "Set to portside!"
However, a moment of clarity had him correcting himself immediately, "No, belay that... it's the other way around. Starboard side! Turn to the East."
As the ship began its cumbersome turn, Queen Gwen approached, her brow furrowed with concern. "Abe, is everything alright? Why are we changing our course?"
Caught off guard, Emery hesitated, searching for an explanation. "Well.... the winds are acting up... They've stirred strong wave currents, which... means we need to adjust our path... yes.. that's why"
Her azure eyes scanned the horizon, "I hope these adjustments won't hinder our timeline. We have only seven days."
He offered her a reassuring smile, albeit a shaky one. "Worry not. We will make it."
As she departed, relief washed over Emery. Gwen's lack of sailing experience was a blessing in disguise. She couldn't discern his blunders.
However, Emery wasn't free from judgment as voices in his mind, he could hear of ancient entities he had bonded with.
a voice sneered.
Chapter 1748 Sails An hour after they had cast off from Lioness port, doubt began to gnaw at Emery's gut. The confidence he once wore like a cloak now felt like an ill-fitting garment. His magic was a marvel in itself. With a simple incantation, he could delve deep into the minds of creatures, extracting even the most concealed of dark elf secrets. However, when faced with the challenge of the ship's navigation, his spells faltered. There was no incantation in his vast repertoire that would help him make sense of the captain's indecipherable scribblings. He wasn't entirely helpless though. His spirit reading, a gift that allowed him to sense the very aura of distant places, extended to landmarks many miles away. However, even with that sixth sense, he was sailing blind without a coherent chart to relate his intuitions to. In his desperation, Emery decided to consult his memory cube, a mystical object that held the imprint of his past experiences. He delved deep, seeking visuals from his previous voyage aboard an Egyptian ship. He hoped to trace that voyage's trajectory and apply it to his current predicament. But to his chagrin, the memories he summoned were hazy at best. But then, Emery's senses honed in on a distant but familiar sensationthe shores of Gaul. Piecing together this new revelation with his fragmented memories, he barked orders to the sailors. "Set to portside!" However, a moment of clarity had him correcting himself immediately, "No, belay that... it's the other way around. Starboard side! Turn to the East." As the ship began its cumbersome turn, Queen Gwen approached, her brow furrowed with concern. "Abe, is everything alright? Why are we changing our course?" Caught off guard, Emery hesitated, searching for an explanation. "Well.... the winds are acting up... They've stirred strong wave currents, which... means we need to adjust our path... yes.. that's why" Her azure eyes scanned the horizon, "I hope these adjustments won't hinder our timeline. We have only seven days." He offered her a reassuring smile, albeit a shaky one. "Worry not. We will make it." As she departed, relief washed over Emery. Gwen's lack of sailing experience was a blessing in disguise. She couldn't discern his blunders. However, Emery wasn't free from judgment as voices in his mind, he could hear of ancient entities he had bonded with. a voice sneered.
