Charles stood anxiously inside the cockpit of the Unicorne. Beside him was the sea chart.
On the densely marked sea chart, the position of the Unicorne overlapped with that of the gate. Yet the sea in front of them remained pitch black, void of anything.
"It shouldn't be like this, the sea chart shows this exact spot. Could the chart be fake?"
Charles was about to call the Pope to discuss strategies when he realized the other had already flown onto his ship.
"What's going on? Didn't you say the sea chart indicates this location? Why is there nothing here?" the Pope asked, his tone slightly menacing.
"Perhaps there's a discrepancy in the sea chart's coordinates. We could use this spot as a center to search around. If there truly is an island, it should be nearby," Charles replied, staring into the dark sea ahead.
"There's no need for such trouble; I have a better way."
Soon Charles saw something circling over the distant huge white warship—bats. A group of white bats.
