The massive black wall was utterly breathtaking, leaving everyone frozen in place for a full five seconds before they snapped back to their senses.
"So this is the Darkness meant for us, the one the newspapers mentioned? If we bring it back, the Abyss-Sea can be saved," Grace said with a sigh, clutching her Red Crystal Staff, a satchel slung across her body.
"Come on, I'll take you to meet Governor Charles. This outpost was just built—he's been sending non-stop telegrams, so he should be getting impatient by now."
Leonardo finished speaking and led the group toward the bustling street.
The outpost had just been built, so it wasn't very large. Soon, they found the Narwhal, already fully repaired.
For the first time, Grace laid eyes on the legendary Governor Charles.
His white-and-red face bore savage scars. One eye was normal, the other a deep red. This, paired with his mechanical steel prosthetics and towering frame, filled her uneasy heart with even more trepidation.
