Chapter 41
The emperor and the Essos of Hwanna were not the only ones thinking deeply about the origin of the Crimson Night.
The phenomenon itself had already ended, but the aftermath refused to fade.
To the common folk, it did not matter whether the Crimson Night was caused by something… or someone. They only cared that the sky bled, that the world trembled, and that something unseen had brushed past their lives.
But for the powerful, for those who stood at the peak of the world, the Crimson Night struck fear straight into their hearts.
Because they understood.
Somewhere far from the heart continent, beyond the mapped lands, lay a massive desolate island. Dark patches of dead forests covered its surface, jagged white rocks piercing through blackened soil like broken bones. At first glance, it looked like a battlefield that had swallowed countless wars.
But that was wrong.
This place was sacred.
And cursed.
It was a prison.
