The sunlight was completely blocked by steel, and the blood and wreckage that had been surging due to the explosion were immediately pressed into a cold and dark gloom.
"Thud."
The gangplank hit the ground with a heavy, muffled sound.
A team of fully armed Red Tide Knights quickly dispersed.
Louis walked at the forefront, his steps steady, not like he was landing in enemy territory, but rather inspecting his own backyard.
The air on this island was simply unbearable.
The smell of blood, burnt flesh, and an overly ripe sweetness mixed together, like a bunch of fruits and corpses thrown into a sealed jar to ferment for a month.
Pink mist slowly flowed between the broken walls and towers, visible mental pollution.
If an ordinary soldier stood here, in less than three breaths, their brain would turn to mush.
The knights' breathing became noticeably heavier.
