The chilling sea breeze caressed Charles' face, swiftly extinguishing the restlessness and anxiety in his heart. He really hoped the Pope had been speaking the truth. However, despite the old man's assurances, the seascape had never bestowed him the slightest sliver of hope. Truth be told, he had become paranoid and fearful.0

He hated uncertainty and the feeling of powerlessness. He wanted to do something to change his circumstances but found himself utterly unable to do anything. He detested this vulnerability, this inability to steer his own fate.0

Swoosh!0

Clad in his pristine white robes, the Pope flew over to the Narwhale's deck and stood next to Charles. Together, they both stared into the inky dark expanse ahead. 0

"The expedition to the surface's exit is as significant as a Holy War. Every...0