In April, the island named Anlida by the god.
Along the island's northern side, mountain ranges stretched endlessly, dividing the island in two.
The scenery was indeed beautiful: snow-white beaches, vast forests, and great flocks of strange birds whose flight resembled streaks of rosy clouds.
The scattered archipelago, enormous reefs, and brilliant wildflowers gave these islands a unique splendor.
"Commander, please give your orders!"
"Find a suitable location and begin anchoring for landing!"
"First squad, second squad, third squad, begin searching the vicinity of the landing site. All other sailors, get onto the beach and set up a simple camp." Commander Peke gave his orders. After two months of sailing, the massive fleet had finally reached its destination.
"Yes, sir!" someone answered.
After waiting a moment, the hull shuddered as the ship reached shore.
"It's a natural deepwater harbor, Commander!" An experienced hand immediately noticed.
"God, this is Your will. You have blessed us!" Romon's believers were already kneeling in wholehearted prayer.
Following the commander's instructions, and with preparations made long ago, everyone swiftly became busy.
First, they used tools to clear a small section of forest. Valuable trees were turned into wooden palisades, while worthless ones became fuel. To prevent plague and insect infestations, the campsite was set ablaze.
Countless insects and snakes fled through the flames. An hour later, the fire died out, leaving behind a patch of scorched black ground. This became the new camp.
People had already begun erecting wooden palisades around it.
Meanwhile, the squads were scouting.
A young man walked carefully through the forest, closely followed by two male warriors. Each held a weapon, scanning their surroundings vigilantly as they advanced.
Daniel was Lord Rugen's second son. He had eagerly joined this expedition, naturally intending to obtain a small territory and establish a new