The fog was dissipating.
For the first time since the battle had begun, the dense fog that had entrenched itself over the Frost waters began to thin out—around "Sea Mist," toward Frost, from the sea's surface to the skies above, all the fog was receding at a visible rate. The all-encompassing gloom was retreating, gradually clearing the entire sea area.
On the now-clearing sea surface, one could see ships still ablaze, the bizarrely shaped counterfeit fleet, along with countless pieces of wreckage and burning fat bobbing with the waves.
Thick smoke billowed, spreading over the sea as the fog withdrew.
First Mate Aiden was the first to rush to the window, staring out at the sea where the fog was fading. It took him a long while before he finally shouted, "The fog is receding! Captain! The fog is receding!"
"I can see," Tyrion quickly joined him at the window, but the solemnity in his one eye did not fade with the dispersal of the fog, "It's gone.. really gone?"