It was an opportunity, the one that Wajih had been looking for all this while, but he was unaware of the changes outside. The most he felt were vibrations from the skies that caused the ship to bounce around, but Wajih remained quiet. His eyes stared at virtually nothing, but his mind was entirely focused on any odd changes that might happen around him.
For who knows when they will be caught, or it's more likely that who knows when those monsters far off choose to do something about them.
So Wajih remained quiet, unmoving, and not showing even a hint of intention to intrude upon the harvest that was going on by the Alliance.
And he was correct to do as such, because the Wardlog had long been aware of their existence, and Wajih was not alone, through his domain although not visualized in reality, he knew that there were many like these ships hiding in the dark, some even floating inside the seas, but Wardlog didn't care, why should he?
