The Southwestern Sea.
Year: 1738
Date: 14th
Month: Veleria
Time: 3:00 AM
The boat glided steadily through the waters, but my gaze fixated on the ominous sight before me. Hours had passed since I departed from the safety of the shore, and now I understood why this place instilled fear in the hearts of all who heard its name.
"Trutonic surges," I gulped, the weight of those words heavy on my tongue. Ahead lay a scene of dread, an otherworldly phenomenon unfolding in all its terrifying glory.
"That's... familiar," Blaze muttered, but his words barely registered in my mind. My attention was wholly consumed by the spectacle unfolding before me. Even from miles away, the crackling resonance of majestic thunder reached my ears, and the sheer magnitude of the swirling whirlpools was enough to strike awe and fear in the hearts of any who dared approach.