Right now, Grey stood at the bow of the magic ship, a solemn expression etched deeply onto his face. The fierce, freezing wind howled as it swept across the deck, lifting his ash-grey hair and tugging violently at his robes. Yet no matter how savage the gale became, it could not disturb the heaviness in his eyes, nor could it dispel the deep sense of foreboding pressing down on his heart like a suffocating weight.
Grey had deliberately chosen to steer the magic ship through the night.
