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Caine’s soldiers moved forward into the fog following their master’s orders. The magic scrolls were used and the barriers were erected. The mages did their best to keep the barrier sustained around the ships. Caine ordered a small fleet of ships to advance forward to scout the area ahead. The odd feeling still wasn’t going away so he needed to approach this battle carefully. It wasn’t long before Caine received word that the advanced fleet experienced some problems. “Sire, the advanced fleet seems to have run aground!” Caine frowned upon hearing this. The fog had obstructed their vision but there was no way their ships had moved fast enough that they were now so close to the islands already. “Scan the waters! There’s no way―” A loud horn was heard from the fleet ahead and the sound