Kapitel 1939: Life and Death

Orum had seen too many terrible things to count, both before and after the descent of the Nightmare Spell… but the voyage across the Stormsea was by far the most harrowing experience of his life. 

The nebulous ocean was boundless and unfathomably deep, with untold horrors dwelling beneath its restless waves. It was shrouded in impenetrable fog sometimes, and at other times, surged and boiled in the throes of devastating storms. Night and day never followed a set pattern, sometimes coming and going in an instant, sometimes lingering for far too long. 

Most of the time, though, there was twilight, with countless pale stars shining on the velvet background of the distant sky. All of it felt as if the world was fragmented and disconnected here, and that made Orum feel lost. 

The fact that he was away from land, which was the foundation of his Aspect, did not help one bit.