Pitch-black waves crashed against jagged reefs.
Thick black fog draped over the entire island like a veil, obscuring its outline.
Beyond the reef-bound harbor used to transport corpses and prisoners.
Across the vast wilderness beneath the night.
Ghostly flames drifted here and there.
Flickering in and out like fireflies, they dotted the endless darkness.
The breath of the living.
Was as rare on this island as a protected species.
Graves everywhere, withered trees, and crows flapping through the darkness.
All of it made this isolated base within the Shadow Triangle Sea Area seem especially sinister.
The sea wind swept through.
Skeletons and traces of war could be seen everywhere across the island.
Amid the cries of crows flapping overhead.
The view drew closer.
At the center of the isolated base stood a typical ruined Gothic castle.
It rose from a desolate hill, surrounded by densely packed graves.
Dark, dense fog blanketed the land.
Perhaps because of its height, the castle could be seen quite clearly.
A gust of sea wind suddenly swept through.
The thick black fog immediately churned as though it were boiling.
As part of the fog was blown away.
The castle's appearance.
Began to emerge under the illumination of scattered ghost flames.
Its walls were filled with damage and dried bloodstains. In some places, the bricks had already fallen away, exposing the crumbling stone beneath.
The attic looked as though it had been through a fire. Its floor was severely damaged, while broken bricks and shattered roof tiles lay piled blackly around it.
Its ruined state indicated that it had endured a brutal battle not long ago.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~~~~~
At the peak of the tall, ancient castle.
As the sea wind stirred the thick fog.
A white flag bearing the image of a world map fluttered