Here jagged rocks thrust up in strange shapes, black reefs interlocked like fangs, and the surging waves crashed ceaselessly against them, throwing up a skyful of snowy white foam.
Aside from the seabirds soaring in the storm, there was not a soul in sight.
Duke moved a thought and activated the Black Sail Badge; a ripple of Spirit spread outward, like a silent beacon fire, transmitting toward the depths of the boundless sea.
After doing all this, Duke simply stood quietly at the edge of the cliff, facing the boundless sea surface, ink-blue verging on black, and waited with patience.
The sea wind was fierce, whipping his dark Wizard Robe tight against his body, snapping and rustling, as if trying to push a man off the cliff.
A moment later, the Dark Demon steered a lone skiff toward him, slowly drawing near the shore.
Duke inclined his head slightly, spoke no unnecessary words, and with a single step boarded the seemingly flimsy yet incomparably solid little boat.
