War rages across the world.
Under the rule of the Black Tide Secret Society, despite being shrouded in darkness, there is an unusual peace overall.
The widespread use of steam technology and ordinary Magic Potion has rapidly advanced the development of the city.
As the central island city governed by the Black Tide Secret Society, Scot Island is prosperous in trade, and its islanders are wealthy.
So, even in these darkest of times, the island remains brightly lit, its glow piercing the night.
On the street, Fernar walks side by side with Vic, carrying a kerosene lamp.
"This is the darkest moment for the whole world..."
Despite having just solved a major issue with Vic, Fernar still feels slightly heavy-hearted.
"Don't worry too much." In contrast, Vic takes it lightly, shrugging his shoulders, "There's still the Master of the Black Tide and the Secret Society... With our meager strength, we can't play any critical role."
