Alka and the others were currently sailing in a circular pattern around Elcott Island. Reaching Elcot Island from their current patrol route would take approximately six to seven days.
Through multiple exchanges with the Church, they had confirmed the accuracy of various pieces of information and formulated targeted plans.
Furthermore, the forces they had assembled had quietly arrived in the Realm of Pitch Darkness.
Everything was ready. Now they waited silently for that final moment to arrive.
「The Day of Harvest.」
"Here, it should be translated as 'distance,' not 'length.' Haven't I told you this many times? How can you be so dense!"
Hearing the voice from behind, Alka turned and couldn't help but smile.
「On the deck.」
Three figures of varying heights were perched on stools behind a long table.
