June 20, 17649. Late at night.
Aside from the dim moonlight, it seemed to be a perfectly ordinary day.
Off the coast of the Lanyu Kingdom, ten small cruise ships were moored in silence.
Aboard the cruise ships, a group of apprentices from the Inner World, their hands in shackles, had a rare chance to "see the light of day," breathing in the fresh, moonlit air.
CLANK! CLANK!
The iron shackles, weighing hundreds of pounds, made a rhythmic noise as the apprentices moved.
Perhaps because the cruise ships were so close to shore, the sound of clashing iron, mingled with the splashing waves, carried clearly to the coastline.
The coast was pitch-black and appeared completely deserted.
The Lanyu Kingdom was an island nation. Aside from a few good harbors, most of its coastline consisted of these harsh tidal flats.
Thus, for anyone determined enough, it was very easy to enter a small country like the Lanyu Kingdom.
...
"So this is the legendary Demon Island?"
