Not a wink of sleep, then eroded, followed by several doses of Florun Potion. Now, the potion's effects are waning bit by bit, and the fatigue is gradually surfacing.
Bola's eyes are filled with bloodshot veins, his mental state is awful. He needs rest, but the crisis hasn't passed yet, and he can't stop now.
"Erosion..."
He muttered, then glanced at the affected dashboard. The readings remained inaccurate, with the needle swinging back and forth, and the compass spinning wildly. No one could tell their current direction.
What unfolded before him seemed to trigger a memory in Bola, but he was too exhausted to recall his vague recollection at once.
It's just... Bola felt this thing ought to be essential, extremely significant.
What was it?
Bola looked at the nautical chart on the table. Small red flags were placed along the Morning Glow Advance's route, starting from Ingwig, delving deep into the Viking countries, and then turning around at Ice Bay.
