"Splash..."
The howling wind roared like some kind of invisible demon letting out a mournful wail; the pouring cold rain seemed to seep into every strand of the wind, making even breathing difficult.
Darkness was boundless between heaven and earth, only occasionally illuminated by fleeting thunderclaps that lit up the deck and allowed a glimpse of the oppressive leaden clouds churning above, and from all directions, the towering black wave ridges rising like mountain peaks.
"Chh."
Sharp claws extended from the pads, and with a slight force, dug deeply into the wooden boards, providing precious support to the body.
Sasha was a member of the Spotted Cat race, walking upright on two legs with a humanoid form, a legitimate intelligent being, and spoke the Universal Language more fluently than eighty percent of the adventurers on the pier.
