An hour after they had cast off from Lioness port, doubt began to gnaw at Ery's gut. The confidence he once wore like a cloak now felt like an ill-fitting garnt.
His magic was a marvel in itself. With a simple incantation, he could delve deep into the minds of creatures, extracting even the most concealed of dark elf secrets. However, when faced with the challenge of the ship's navigation, his spells faltered. There was no incantation in his vast repertoire that would help him make sense of the captain's indecipherable scribblings.
He wasn't entirely helpless though. His spirit reading, a gift that allowed him to sense the very aura of distant places, extended to landmarks many miles away. However, even with that sixth sense, he was sailing blind without a coherent chart to relate his intuitions to.
In his desperation, Ery decided to consult his [mory cube], a mystical object that held the imprint of his past experiences. He delved deep, seeking visuals from his previous voyage aboard an Egyptian ship. He hoped to trace that voyage's trajectory and apply it to his current predicant. But to his chagrin, the mories he summoned were hazy at best.
But then, Ery's senses honed in on a distant but familiar sensation—the shores of Gaul. Piecing together this new revelation with his fragnted mories, he barked orders to the sailors. "Set to portside!"
However, a mont of clarity had him correcting himself imdiately, "No, belay that… it's the other way around. Starboard side! Turn to the East."
As the ship began its cumberso turn, Queen Gwen approached, her brow furrowed with concern. "Abe, is everything alright? Why are we changing our course?"
Caught off guard, Ery hesitated, searching for an explanation. "Well.... the winds are acting up... They've stirred strong wave currents, which... ans we need to adjust our path... yes.. that's why"
Her azure eyes scanned the horizon, "I hope these adjustnts won't hinder our tiline. We have only seven days."
He offered her a reassuring smile, albeit a shaky one. "Worry not. We will make it."
As she departed, relief washed over Ery. Gwen's lack of sailing experience was a blessing in disguise. She couldn't discern his blunders.
However, Ery wasn't free from judgnt as voices in his mind, he could hear of ancient entities he had bonded with.
a voice sneered.
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