Scott Port.
At this moment, Scott had already become the core area under the jurisdiction of the Black Tide Secret Society, with prosperous trade and a large population.
Rogel, draped in a black robe, passed through the crowd and lightly raised his head to look toward the edge of the sky upon reaching the gangway.
The fissure in the sky seemed to have grown larger.
The dark chaos and the aura of pollution seemed to invisibly affect the whole world…
The islanders living in Scott also felt anxious about this.
"What exactly is happening with the fissure in the sky… could it be that a huge catastrophe is about to occur?"
"I originally thought it was some special celestial phenomenon, but now it doesn't seem like that at all…"
"I always feel like something bad is going to happen."
"Should we hurry and escape?"
"Escape? Where to escape? This might already be the safest place, right…"
