The last phase of their journey began. Godfrey and Ken sat in the boat as it traversed the Black Sea. As the land slightly faded into the distance, they were welcomed by a grayish-black fog.
Godfrey looked around. Right now, the fog around them was light, so he could still see, and the sun was just setting, but up ahead was a massive, endless fog looming with such oppressive might.
They slowly grew closer and closer until they were beneath the fog. At that moment, there was no more sun. Darkness engulfed the entire place, and the lantern at the front of the boat became their only source of light.
Ken stood up, staring at the fog that looked like the clouds were just above their heads. He leaped, vanishing into the fog, then landed.
When Godfrey saw Ken shaking his head, he frowned. "I can see it wasn’t a good experience."
"I felt lost," Ken responded. "I even forgot that I jumped. It’s like being in a dream. It all seems real to you until you’re out. That’s..." Ken sat down.
"...a very uncomfortable experience."
Godfrey nodded. "I see. That’s why Ballista couldn’t return." He turned to Kenji.
"How long will it take for us to get to the island?"
"Three days," Kenji replied.
"How long has this demon been here?" Ken asked.
"It’s been twelve years now. I was twenty when it came. I’m thirty-two now."
Ken wrote down Kenji’s reply in his diary, then he found a comfortable spot and flipped through his past pages, where he drew the village they went to, the monster Godfrey killed, and the Two Faced Lady.
All these black sketches had notes all around them.
’Takeda Island is where the main boss resides. A certain fog hides this island, and it can make anyone (anymore), even a demigod, lose their senses. Once in, no one can remember their way out or how they got there. Highly dangerous. Exceptional for protection.’
After writing, he began to sketch the fog. Time trickled by. The boat moved through the water in silence.
Ken glanced at Godfrey and saw him under the thatched roof, leaning on a column, his eyes closed.
He flipped the pages of his diary back to where he wrote Godfrey Daniels.
’Godfrey Daniels is more complicated than what I’ve heard. From his statements, he can be considered to be the type that cares but might be at the verge of breaking due to unknown traumas.’
Ken lowered his pen. ’Although I’m stuck between my duty to my nation and my morals, the true question is: will I remain me if I kill him? And if I don’t, what happens to my patriotism?’
His eyes flickered.
"I fight for our nation because I love my motherland. I know not everyone is good. The government might be corrupt, for all I care, but I can’t abandon the people to them. If I can make a difference, I will."
Ken remembered his older brother’s words.
’I will too!!’

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