Port Nyanzaru, Port District.
A melodious chime suddenly rang out from the lighthouse, followed by the tolling growing increasingly urgent. Moments later, someone came running from near the docks, shouting excitedly, "Fish!"
"Fish migration!..."
"This year's fish migration has already begun! It's less than fifty kilometers away from Port Nyanzaru!..."
The cry seemed to ignite the entire Port District.
Instantly, people rushed over from all directions. After asking a few hurried questions, a man dressed as a captain roared at the top of his lungs, "Call the men! Get those drunkards out of the tavern right now!..."
"Prepare the large nets!..."
"Gather the crew!... I'm going to the Temple of the Sea to offer a sacrifice!... We're setting sail immediately!..."
The Port District instantly erupted into activity.
Even the City Hall of Port Nyanzaru grew busy. Numerous officials rushed to the Port District, and a portion of the navy stationed in Port Nyanzaru was even mobilized. Warship after warship was fitted with gigantic nets before beginning to muster sailors and prepare for sea.
The fish migration.
This was one of the most spectacular sights in Port Nyanzaru!
It was also a bountiful feast for a coastal city like Port Nyanzaru. The scale of the overseas fish migration was simply unimaginably massive—basically reaching a point where one could toss any fishing net into the water and pull it up so full it couldn't be dragged. With the timing of the fish migration arriving, the actions of the Temple of the Sea were also extremely swift. The priest in charge of the temple immediately realized this was an opportunity to expand their faith. The Naga Sirens rarely showed themselves in front mortals, but they temporarily constructed a small altar in the Dock District.
The Goddess of the Sea had blessed the city,