The moon hung high above the Navy Fort, and with the coronation ceremony over, everyone started heading back to their quarters.
The navy soldiers roamed the streets of the Navy Fort through its narrow and dimly lit alleyways.
Currently, at the courtyard of the headquarters, fireflies danced around in the air as the only source of light beside the moonlight.
The courtyard was small but quaint. Trees shielded the place like an umbrella, and in the center stood a fountain with statues of mermaids holding pearls aloft.
The fireflies circled around an elegant-looking man—Ethan Blackforest—who stood before the railing, staring down at the calm sea around the Navy Fort.
This courtyard was actually in third floor of the headquarters, so it was supported by a network of thick stone columns that rose up from the ground level.
This was the place where Ethan usually went when he wanted peace and to have meetings if he had any.
"Fleet Admiral!"
