The eastern beach.
It was a place both the Elves and the Bagnia fleet deliberately forgot, seldom mentioning it.
Before it was forgotten, it had been a dream where elven children ran barefoot, the dawn most beloved by Mooncrown City's poets.
Its sand was like crushed moonlight, and the sea breeze carried silver dew and morning songs, caressing every shell as though whispering a prayer for the world.
Back then, the Elves had called it... the Breath of Eluvia.
Now it was called Forgotten Beach.
It had earned that name because a group of players lived there... people who used demon flesh as resurrection material and willingly embraced the Abyss, people so unnerving that even demons found them disturbing.
While the First Fleet's players were busy fighting demons in PvE battles inside Mooncrown City, those staying on this beach were hardly idle either. They were busy building fortifications, conducting experiments, and resurrecting the fallen.
Perhaps the fighting in Mooncrown City gave the demons enough headaches already, or perhaps even demons disliked dealing with these disturbing players. Either way, these demon players met with little interference.
Shanghai Pirate King, one of the few normal people among these demon players and their nominal leader, felt a headache coming on.
The demon players' resurrection efforts were not going very smoothly.
The Mechanicus Cult churches serving as Resurrection Points had been built-all three of them. In theory, that was enough to meet the resurrection needs of eight thousand players. In around ten days, everyone who had died in battle could be resurrected.
But... the demon players' resurrections were not exactly normal.
Remember the Abyssal Demon Dragon?
They were trying to use the dragon's flesh to resurrect other players and enhance themselves.
Shanghai Pirate King's headache reached new heights when he saw those three Mechanicus