Black Sail

Londen City, as a trade hub on the East Shore, boasted an astonishing volume of goods and a vibrant array of docked ships.

But only merchant ships.

Secret port.

Around Londen City were several natural sea erosion cliffs, forming giant caves, incredibly hidden, which became a secret stronghold for the nobility inside the city to evade the Duchy's taxes and hoard personal armaments.

But once a significant scale was reached, it couldn't be hidden. The Navy Commander of Londen City must have known, but since these families were deeply rooted and transferred benefits, he could only turn a blind eye.

The Twin-Masted Sailing Ship of the Black Sail Pirate Group was anchored at one such secret port.

Reaching the secret port was not via a stone-paved road, but through a narrow path compacted with earth, wide enough only for a carriage, flanked by grand green forests, desolate and uninhabited.

The clang of iron continuously resounded, swords and Arm Armor striking and sparking off each other, all red-eyed, life and death hanging by a thought.

Within the greenwoods.

"You're too slow, too slow! How can you survive like this?"

Rein, with plenty to spare, swung his Arm Armor, blocking one deadly chop after another.