Meanwhile, Nikolai was enjoying a delightful moment with Nikita, a few hundred miles from the port, where the elusive floating island of the Nosferatu clan sat. Created to help stem raging tides and the threat of tsunamis reaching the mainland, it was now a heavily armed fortress territory.
With fifteen-metre reinforced tide defences on the outside, spanning the entire island facing the Atlantian Sea. The inner layers stood with entrenched gun batteries, hidden turrets and dozens of soldiers on constant guard.
Stood in the centre of that was a single woman.
She wore a long, black-and-gold trench coat with a red velvet inner lining, dancing in the sea breeze just below her knees, revealing a perfectly refined black-and-white French maid outfit underneath.
Her hair was neck-length in a messy bob style, with chopped bangs hiding her sharp, thin slit eyes, which scanned the docks and harbour with a sharp glare.
