"Yes," the old man said, lifting his hand and pointing ahead. "That… is the Gate of Atlantis."
All of them turned their eyes toward where he was pointing.
And there.. not too far away was a massive whirlpool.
The sea itself seemed to twist inward, forming a giant spinning vortex in the middle of the ocean. The center was a dark abyss, an endless black spiral that devoured everything near it. Water crashed and spun violently, creating a sound that echoed through the air deep, constant, and powerful.
The ship had already begun drifting toward it, the pull of the current growing stronger with each passing second.
Razeal narrowed his eyes, studying it. "A whirlpool?"
"Yes," Yograj replied calmly. "That's the entrance to Atlantis. Don't be worried.. going through it will take us directly to the Seventh and Outermost Ocean of Atlantis. It might look terrifying, but it's perfectly safe. I've gone through it many times never once facing any problem."
