As the fleet sailed further north, the surrounding temperature became increasingly cold, as if "cold" had become a certain "attribute" of the entire sea area ahead, and no amount of fire or warm clothing could truly bring warmth, only slightly delaying the invasion of the cold.
In such a frigid and endless night, the ships of the Deep Sea Church delivered the last batch of documents to the Church Ark of the Fire Transmitter—they came from the darkness, docked beside the Fire Transmitter's Ark for several hours, then returned to the deep night.
Frem stood on the high tower of the Church Ark, looking at the gradually blurring silhouettes on the distant sea, the distant sound of steam whistles still echoing in the night sky, eventually dissolving into the wind.
