When the alarm sounded, Isaac Dunkinson sat up abruptly from his bed. After a moment of grogginess, disbelief spread across his face.
Why was there an alarm in his home?
He was fifty-five years old, his hair already streaked with white, and his face etched with the wrinkles of time. Yet, as a man who walked the path of a knight, his body remained agile. In an instant, he grabbed a sword hanging on the wall.
He didn't bother to investigate the reason for the alarm. Instead, he opened the window and quietly climbed out, intending to hide in the shadows and observe the situation. He was exceptionally cautious.
His ability to remain stable in the center of the world, the Bass Archipelago, owed a great deal to this cautious nature.
Not long after, Isaac heard a few gasps. They were the cries of the household servants, likely encountering intruders.
