Where Did Maud Go? (Thanks to Funeral March)
On December 31, 1522, according to the Sea Circle Calendar.
The greatest and most meaningful war in history—
Began on this day and ended on this day.
Before the hands could point to midnight, the old calendar fluttered into ashes amid the flames of war.
The Celestial Dragons and the World Government likewise became historical dust before the force of inevitability.
As the old era gave way to the new, the Sea Circle Calendar stopped turning.
The new era, named after Bajia D. Maud, began at this very moment...
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Time flew by.
Half a year later.
The Red Line that had once blocked the sea route between Paradise and the New World was gone.
In its place stood a Sky City suspended in the air.
Looking up.
More than a dozen islands were arranged in orderly tiers from highest to lowest.
Between the islands stretched snowy-white cloud paths, along with waterfalls cascading down from above.
It was majestic and spectacular, as if it were a divine miracle.
"Any wild dream of humanity can become reality."
On a bustling street filled with people, an old man in a gray robe and a goatee looked up at the rainbow-like cloud paths in the sky. At their end stood a gigantic island suspended at the highest point.
"Sunny Island, Sunny Island..."
"Shining upon the world like the sun. Hoho, what a fine name."
The old man's face was filled with emotion.
This Sky City was formed by sixteen interconnected islands, each named after a person.
The island at the highest point was called Sunny Island.
By homophone, Sunny happened to correspond to the sun.
In the eyes of the old man, who had just arrived, it was a very nice name.
"It seems the