The wreckage of the Royal Adventurers burned behind them, a sinking pyre on the horizon. The Eltuvaine glided forward, sails alive with abyssal light, its hull singing with the resonance of four Mystic Powers. The sea was silent now, but every wave carried whispers of their growing infamy.
Golden Void Outlaws.
The name had become storm-rumor across the Overlord Ocean. Crews spoke of them with awe, with hatred, with hunger. The bounty on their heads had risen with the failure of the Grim Adventurers group.
In this entire event, only the Golden Void Outlaws had such a high bounty while being in a tier-1 position.
A bunch of Grim Residents who could wipe the floor with Grim Students and Grim Adventurers alike. There was no one else them.
Inside the ship's dim hold, where lanterns burned with a steady, violet glow, the Regalons gathered.
