The rain poured down, and the observation deck was enveloped in an impenetrable mist. Lightning flashed and thunder roared between the clouds, while waves of fury crashed relentlessly against the Paradise, causing the cruise ship to sway slightly, as if it were shaken by a mountain range.
Ewen stood cautiously with Cinderella on the observation deck. From several stories up, they could clearly face the storm. Ewen whispered his amazement, the scenery before them bore a destructive beauty, as if it were the last moment before the world's end, eternally frozen here.
"I love this kind of severely bad weather," Ewen said, "It feels like we've arrived in another world."
Cinderella leaned against the damp railing, tightening her buttons. It was very cold here, as the chilly wind slipped through the gaps in her collar, seeping into her body.
"Then you should become an adventurer, one who challenges nature's extremes."
