Beautiful and deadly, the second island bled with life. Glistening with silver pools and emerald marshes, a vast wetland extended from its centre to the coast. Unusual flowers bloomed in a riot of colour, their enticing scent concealing the poisonous substances inside. This would be the 'Hall of Venoms' territory, the Island of Venoms.
Far to the north, a craggy island rose from the waves like the back of a slumbering titan. Its rocky plains were scattered with the remnants of ancient battlegrounds—broken spears turned to stone, banners petrified by centuries. Not only that, but it was also filled with the ancient intent of war and battle, making a perfect place for honing the will of battle.
He chose it without hesitation as the Island of War, the stronghold of the 'Hall of War'.
