Mother of Mists Island had become hell.
The island's residents had originally been immersed in the dull routine of daily life. Though eighty percent of the people on the island were hardly good folk, this was a haven for pirates, the only Eden the pirates had. So even the most vicious pirates behaved themselves here.
After all, peace was an absolute rarity for pirates. No one wanted to live on the edge of a blade every day. Sometimes, rare tranquility was a pleasure in itself, which was why the use of force was forbidden across Mother of Mists Island. There was no real law enforcement here, but it was an established convention, and that made the rule supremely authoritative. Anyone who dared violate it would become the enemy of the entire island.
So few had ever imagined that they would be attacked on Mother of Mists Island.
Thus, when a massive rift opened in the sky, most of the islanders were completely dumbfounded. They had no idea what was happening.
It was only when ranks of neat, uniform constructs set foot on Mother of Mists Island that the residents realized an enemy had attacked.
But it was already too late. If they had reacted faster, some might have rushed to the harbor and boarded ships to escape. But now, nothing could be done. The first place these constructs seized was Mother of Mists Island's harbor.
Without ships, the people on the island could not escape even if they grew wings.
And so, a massacre descended.
The constructs attacked like an incomparably precise machine. Their division of labor was clear, and their efficiency was terrifyingly high. Just as the constructs assigned to killing began their slaughter, the constructs responsible for setting up the Blood Sacrifice array finished their work.
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