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My travels took me down south towards the coastal ways. I sailed out closer to the axials pole of Hainei in search of my mark. Wispy airs bristled my skin and hairs as I traveled by foot to find the domain of the Rapids deity. Their whistled turned into a howl the more I picked up speed that way. Soon enough, I had reached the coastline of Siegesia proper, and dotting the edges of the land's map I had memorized from the bunker were numerous fisher towns, but there was also a lucrative business in off shore mining that had to be heavily protected by the Woldorian naval fleets and battlegroups this way.
The sea stood under a wary divide of Woldorian seaships, and Imperial airships, keeping the unsteady stalemate of their state borders throughout the ocean, neither straying to close to fire one shot at the other, but waiting for one another to trespass first, that they may open fire with their itchy fingers on the gun controls and behind turrets.
With how the Afterseas affected the Hainei whole, the lure of off-shore mining to Woldoria was a mystery in of itself. After my trip to Yongesia, and knowing all I did about the dangers of the waters themselves, I could hardly believe any mortals that weren't pressed to it could want to risk their skin out on the wharfs and the whorls.
Infinite blue, from both the everlasting sky and the unending sea below, was all I saw. It consumed me. I had left the land a while back, and had been sailing on the surface of the waters. I had no need to wear my dress out here, so I assumed my reactive armor, ready at a moment's notice for any sign of danger, knowing the seas. With my psychic power, I was able to walk on the water like it was ground, though it was wobbly and constantly shifting from the trade winds and currents of the global oscillations.
