This is a multimedia webnovel with giant city-crushing monsters, a valiant man who dares to fight them, a hero who loses himself on a righteous path, and a darkness which conceives a profound love. But I suck at descriptions, so I strongly encourage...
"We need to head north," Hatasuko muttered in his sleep.
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The sound of his own voice startled him from slumber. His eyes slowly fell open to the world of endless starlight, revealing a wide river which glistened in the pulsing light. Hatasuko took a moment to remember his location, but he quickly realized that he was sitting in the front seat of a sail-rana. The boat drifted quickly with the current as the river charged east, though most of their sails were folded; the wind flowed northwestward as usual. Hatasuko glanced up and saw Lazaro's boat slightly ahead of his, though Lazaro could still hear him over the sound of the river. Vaida was half-asleep in the seat behind Hatasuko. She covered her face with her dark hair, hiding her eyes from the pulsing starlight.
Lazaro said from a short distance, "We already are, remember? Lumipyla is north of the river. Pretty sure we'll have to steer to shore in just a couple minutes, so it's a good thing you're up."
"No, that is not what I meant. We have to go to the Catena Islands. An Interfectus is going to attack there," Hatasuko explained.
As soon as she heard the word Interfectus, Vaida awoke in the backseat of the sail-rana. Her eyes looked bloodshot and tired, but she fought against her exhaustion and straightened out her back. She threw her hands behind her head, unleashed a powerful stretch, and let out a quiet, high-pitched groan.
"And how the hell would you know something like that? Chasing the Interfecti is damn near impossible. It's an ugly game of mathematics and statistics; I almost always miss the Interfectus. I go to the wrong place, or it attacks when I don't expect. I'm not gonna listen to some crazy kid's hunch," Lazaro retorted.
As soon as he finished speaking, Lazaro pulled out an oar and dipped it into the river on the right side. He flexed his powerful arms, pushed the oar backward, and spun his boat so that it drifted toward the left bank. Hatasuko did the same thing with his own oar, which had been sitting on the floor beneath a small pile of colorful fruit. In less than a minute, both sail-ranae reached the northern shore of the river. Lazaro, Vaida, and Hatasuko all piled out onto the wet dirt of the green meadow.
"I was hoping I would have more time to explain it to you. You see, I always know when and where the Interfectus will attack. I can hear the screams and cries of their victims in my head. I can predict the onset of tragedy. I know this sounds ridiculous, but you have to trust me on this," Hatasuko explained.
"You kids have the wildest imaginations. Let's just get moving. We can talk about it on the way," Lazaro grumbled as he pushed his boat up the riverbank's slope.
"I'm not really a kid, Lazaro."
"Yeah, well, you're not really a man, either."
Hatasuko sighed and tried to do the same thing with his sail-rana, but he struggled to roll the boat up the slope. The wheels on the bottom of it slightly sank into the wet dirt. Despite her fatigue, Vaida ran up to his side and helped him push the boat until they reached the dry flatland of the meadow.
