As the ship continued drawing closer, the coastline shrouded in darkness slowly emerged before them.
Because there was not enough light.
The people could only make out the general outline of the pitch-black island.
It was an island with extremely tall mountain ranges.
The rising mountains seemed like a prehistoric giant beast hidden in the shadows.
Compared with them, the exploration ship carrying everyone, anchored by the shore, looked like an ant at the beast's feet.
Waves battered the gray-white, crumbling rocks along the shore, producing a rustling sound.
Few tall plants grew on the exposed rocks, perhaps because the sunlight was insufficient in this dark sea region.
Besides that, the island was extraordinarily desolate, and they seemed unable to find any traces of civilization.
As they gazed at this peculiar island, even the injured men who had been wrapped in burlap after suffering wounds earlier came limping and grunting to the side of the ship, supporting one another. One after another, they removed the Black Stone Daggers from their waists, held them against their chests, closed their eyes, and prayed together.
This was a prayer ritual passed down through the Megalith Arena and the various temples. It was said to bring people good fortune from the gods.
After finishing the prayer.
Leona took out the nautical chart and marked something on it.
"Ten years."
"We finally found it."
"What this map recorded really was true."
Leona took a deep breath and suppressed the excitement in her heart. She knew what this meant.
As long as they found one of the islands marked on the map, everything afterward would become much easier. Finding the other islands in the Giant Island Zone would only be a matter of time.
Most importantly, if they could personally confirm that this island was an