The crew slept like corpses the moment they hit the shore —
and woke up at sunrise drenched in sweat, gasping in the burning air.
Orimo wiped his face, irritated.
Orimo: "All things aside… why's this island so damn hot?"
Yura didn't flinch.
Yura: "Do you know the pirate from the Malevolent Generation named Ryvos Thorn?"
Orimo: "Nope."
Yura: "Well… he caused all of this. Come on in."
Orimo nodded, and the rest of the crew followed as they stepped deeper into the island of fire.
Every footstep crunched against blackened ground.
Heat waves twisted the air like illusions.
The wind itself felt like it was burning.
Orimo (sweating, annoyed): "That's too hot…"
Yura: "Yes. It is."
Orimo: "How do people even live here?"
Yura didn't turn around. His voice dropped — cold, empty.
Yura: "They didn't.
They died.
Not long ago."
The air thickened instantly.
Orimo stopped walking. His eyes lowered… darkened…
The ground under his feet trembled lightly as his presence grew heavier, darker, colder —
an anger too silent to be human.
Ryuki swallowed hard.
Auransa quietly reached for his sword.
A breeze passed — but it wasn't wind.
It was the shift of Orimo's aura.
Something was coming.