The goat-headed figure emitted a slight creak from below its head, its neck turning slowly atop its pedestal, silently observing Duncan as he returned to the captain's quarters, its gaze following the captain's movements.
Upon reaching the chart table, Duncan sat in the high-backed chair, hands bracing the table's surface. The maritime chart on the table was shrouded in a swirling mist, rendering everything hazy. It seemed even this incredible chart had lost its reference value in this "sea area," which had long crossed the boundaries of the known world.
Yet Duncan's attention was clearly not on the chart clouded by mist—his eyes were focused on a far more distant place, as if peering through the table and floor of this room, contemplating the vast emptiness beyond the Homeloss.
After a while, the goat-headed figure finally ventured cautiously, "I noticed just now... The 'environment' around the Homeloss has undergone significant changes. Was that your doing?"
