The Rise of the Black Plain
chapter-2672

After entering the Violent Sea, Minos' visions of the future had diminished in efficiency and failed in terms of when and where exactly their scenes would take place.

In Oqia, any vision he had he knew would happen at a certain time and in a certain place. But strangely, something had been getting in the way of his spying on the future as he traveled by sea.

Earlier, he had seen a dark night when a strange ship, apparently abandoned, would come into the path of his people. But he couldn't say when exactly it would happen. It could be 10 days after his vision, or 50. All he could say about the date of when it would happen was that it would be on the fourth night of the deep darkness of their voyage.

As for the location, as the sea on its surface was one continuous whole, with no reliefs, vegetation or visual signs to differentiate it, he did not know where it would happen.

So, on the same day that he had his vision, Minos spoke to each member of his crew, revealing his concern and what he knew would help them from now on.

The group quickly became more attentive, losing the relaxation they had been feeling as they traveled peacefully for the past few days.

Ruth and Gloria were more alert to act suddenly, while Abby was preparing to use her necromantic powers.

They had brought corpses with them, bodies that were ready to come back to life with her powers and serve them in battle.

Being at sea, they could hardly get corpses there, unless they went to the ocean's depths. That wasn't ideal, so they had brought many of the corpses that Minos had gathered over the years and hadn't used yet.

All the rest of the crew were alert, looking for signs of ships on the horizon, as well as ready to welcome the dark nights ahead.

There was no secret about what to do. If they were going to have problems with this ship from Minos' vision, then they would make use of their ship's tools and powers!

...

On the 42nd day after Minos' vision, Abby felt a chill on her skin as she left the cultivation room where she had been relaxing for the last few hours. She noticed her surroundings were much darker than they should have been.

It took her two seconds to grasp the situation before she ran to the bow of the ship, where she promptly saw Minos and Ruth standing next to five other members of the group, looking at the prow.

In front of them, they could barely see over 500 meters, with the sky—normally pinkish—totally black that night.

Only the ship's lights were illuminating the surroundings and even the high-quality visual capacity of cultivators was limited in this region.

"This is the first night," said Ruth in a harsh tone, obviously worried. "We have to redouble our attention and efforts. We'll increase the number of people on guard and limit rest and cultivation to a third of normal." She added, not wanting to take any unnecessary risks.

The trip could become stressful if they didn't rest and cultivate in appropriate shifts. But for short periods, they could all make that sacrifice of staying on their feet longer in their roles.

Minos agreed with his black-haired wife. "Let's get back to our positions. My vision wasn't as clear as I would have liked, and the future is always in motion. There's a chance we'll face it sooner or later!"

At Minos' words, the people, watching with shocked eyes the sudden darkness that had overtaken them moments ago, moved, each of them aware of what they had to do.

Abby watched for a moment as the gloom enveloped them, not having expected the dark night that Minos and the sailors had been talking about for the last few weeks to be like this.

'What a terrible thing. My spiritual sense is limited to 450 meters ahead! Even the sea below, which I used to sense several hundred meters down, I can now only sense up to 100 meters! Also, all there is is darkness, like the black hole of Minos!'

She realized these sensations, shocked enough to spend a minute silently observing her surroundings.

Meanwhile, the waves were no longer as calm as they had been until a few days ago, crashing against the ship's hull and emitting ghostly sounds.

For someone who didn't know the sea, surely the background sound of where this vessel was passing today would have been enough to frighten them.

Amid this, Abby heard her companions' muffled voices, with Diret's crew doing their best to keep moving forward, even though they could barely see what lay beyond.

The ship slowed down, raising the passengers' tension, making their journey even longer than it should have seemed.

Wovar looked around and felt a chill.

Not being able to see far ahead was terrible!

...

On the fourth day of darkness, the group was even more tense, and hardly anyone was talking around the group's ship.

Everyone was in their positions, monitoring their surroundings, ready to act together as soon as they needed to.

Their gazes checked as far as they could see, tired from traveling in total darkness for over 200 hours straight.

Although Minos had called it night, day and night in this area were just as dark, with no change over the hours.

The fact that the day in Zocarro was much longer than in the Spiritual World was something else to terrify this group, as men and women breathed slowly and silently, as if the sound of their breaths could reveal their position to unseen enemies.

Minos suddenly felt a chill and saw a distinct shadow in the darkness ahead, narrowing his eyes and getting up from where he was.

'It's here,' he said in the minds of his companions.

Everyone turned their eyes or Spiritual senses in the direction Minos had pointed, where a wooden boat, dark and apparently without a crew, appeared, sailing slowly towards them, emitting crackling sounds.

Gulp!