Scene shifts to Orimo and his crew as they approached Emka.
The oceans roared like living beasts—the waves rising high enough to swallow the ship whole. Currents twisted violently, tossing the vessel left and right. Thunder cracked through the sky like falling spears of light.
Orimo gripped the rail. "Woah…"
Auransa shouted over the storm, eyes squinting through the chaos. "I see the shore!"
Yura braced himself, cloak whipping behind him. "Let's go!"
Through the monstrous waves and crashing thunder, an island finally revealed itself—Emka.
A lone landmass surrounded by wrathful seas, yet strangely calm once they reached its beach.
The ship slammed onto the sand with a heavy THUD!
The storm behind them still raged, but the island ahead was silent.
Orimo leapt off the ship, landing cleanly on the sand.
"I'm feeling good now," he said, stretching his shoulders.
Ryuki stepped beside him, scanning the island.
"Be careful. It's Morgan Tarek we're dealing with."
The Devil Pirates grouped together, stepping deeper into Emka.
Through the trees and winding paths, they eventually reached a town—quiet, peaceful, and completely unaware of the storm the world was entering.
People walked around doing their daily tasks—children running, merchants shouting, craftsmen hammering away on wooden stands.
A normal town… standing atop the land of one of the true conquerors.
Yura narrowed his eyes. "I'll find my allies. You all lay low until then."
Orimo nodded. "Got it."