It was split in two like a flimsy piece of paper, completely unable to slow the ship's advance.
The bow cut through the water like a blade through ice. The waves churned and parted, sending up high plumes of spray that looked like two white curtains in the darkness.
Just moments later, the island in the distance—a journey that should have taken three days—rapidly grew larger before his eyes.
...
Atop a mountain peak in the very center of the island.
Wei Fan stood alone beside a Cold Pool.
The water was a dreary, gray color, as if stained by an endless gloom. Wisps of chilling air drifted up from its surface.
It seemed to seep into one's very bones.
Above the Cold Pool, a ghastly white coffin floated silently on the surface.
It radiated an ominous aura, as though it were some unholy object that had risen from the Hell Abyss.
[What are you waiting for? Push it open, lie inside, and you will be reborn!]
