"Fog?"
Prince Hans stood on the deck and looked around. He said in a deep voice, "Why is it foggy in such weather? Your Excellency, Kenloto! Please expel this fog! "
Standing next to Prince Hans was an old man in a robe who nodded at his words and said, "Yes, Your Highness. The fog is a little strange. "
A glow of magic appeared.
With the old man's casting, there was a gust of wind around to disperse the fog on the sea, but soon there was a new fog, which covered their vision, but it didn't seem to be so rich. The old man standing next to Prince Hans frowned and raised his hand to cast another spell. It seemed that he was a high-grade Sorcerer, so he didn't need to memorize the spell in advance. In general, wizards rarely remembered such spells.
"This fog is not natural!"