The sea surface sparkled, and a gentle breeze blew, bringing with it a hint of coolness.
Ian stood calmly on the beach at the edge of the island, surrounded by many followers of the Sea God Cult.
Gazing into the distance, he could see a swath of azure sea stretching to the horizon, with pristine clouds drifting across the blue sky, as if it was the most perfect palette between heaven and earth.
The followers of the Sea God Cult worshipped devoutly, yet none knew that their leader, High Priest Ian, was actually a core member of the Dawn Church.
That was truly the ultimate irony.
All they knew was that the living conditions of the residents of the White Sea had indeed improved significantly during this period: there were fewer outsiders calling for their deaths, and they had also obtained many resources through trade.
