The seventh sea, the Dream Sea, shouldn't have been the most difficult to cross. In fact, compared to the monsters lurking in the rest of the seas, the seventh sea was practically a mercy.
Everything showed they were near the Ashen Ages. The sun was now twice the size it had been in Halo's world, and yet it shone barely the same.
Yet the positioning made it far from a safe haven. After going days without blinking or sleeping, anyone would crave just a gentle rest, even for a moment. That was exactly what the Dream Sea offered. But the slightest drowsiness meant death.
Even so, the crew now faced something that kept them sharp. The lullaby still hummed in their ears, making their actions sluggish and imprecise, but the obstacle was annoying enough to override any thought of sleep.
