"Swash..."
The seawater crashed against the rocks, waves surged onto the beach, and then receded.
In the port of Undead Island, the Ghost Ship began to move, adjusting its sails and rudder to the commands, slowly turning and sailing out of the harbor into the vast ocean.
On the distant sea surface where the sky seemed to meet the ocean, a faint morning light hinted at the dawn of a new day.
Standing on a high rock on Undead Island, Richard watched the Ghost Ship disappear into the distance with a calm expression on his face.
Letting Captain Morgan and his crew go was not a whim for him, but a way to minimize disturbances.
Now that the Death Mage was thoroughly dead, he needed to spend a considerable amount of time organizing the data to understand what the Death Mage had been researching. During this process, the fewer people on the island, the better.
