The "Conch" quietly floated on the sea surface.
Unnoticed, the time had already reached the early morning hours, and the white fog on the sea grew thicker, so much so that the nearby small island was no longer visible.
At this moment, in the captain's cabin.
Aiven, who was submerged in a meditative state, gradually lost the initial calm and comfort on his face, and instead looked as if he were controlled by a nightmare, with his brow twitching, showing signs of struggle and urgency.
This was the instinctive resistance of extraordinary spirituality, after the suppression of the surface consciousness!
Aiven persisted in this nightmare-like state for several minutes, finally reaching a certain critical point.
"Beep beep beep! Warning! Mental state shift!"
"Huff... Huff..."
Aiven, suddenly awakened from his meditation, was breathing heavily, his forehead drenched in cold sweat.
