In the marshlands, there was no sound to be found except for the sound of canoeing. This was a war sound with which all the monsters in the marshlands had become accustomed to. It made the smarter monsters tremble and hide, the dumber would die.
The Mensch tribe lizardmen were rowing at a steady pace towards the hydra god's lake. They all seemed rather uniform and orderly. It was pique discipline. It was to that point that unless one often dealt with lizardmen, it was hard to differentiate one boat from the other.
Well, there was one different ship. The flagship.
Unlike the other boats, this one did not require any rowing. Most notably, however, it was positioned at the lead and on its deck was an upright old man. Eon, the sage of space, and the last of the legendary Epoch family, he was focused on something.
