Black Sail

Galloping towards danger without hesitation.

The premonition of imminent death caused adrenaline to surge, blood rushing to the brain.

This was certainly not Mika’s first battle, but previous skirmishes, gang wars at Heaven Port, those were mere trifles.

Now he had to step up, outnumbered, facing the elite troops of Mulong’s regular army.

They discovered someone approaching.

The sentry on duty blew a sharp portable whistle as a warning, causing those resting and even those sleeping to awaken instantly, springing into combat readiness.

Outside the giant rock cave knelt Su Yizhana, who had completely accepted her fate. It was, she thought, the best arrangement—to kill her and thus deprive Uborio of his leadership, putting an end to the war.

Mulong could no longer afford to lose; it was only Uborio with a personal grudge against Aran, leading fanatic followers to their deaths in a meat grinder.

Two men guarded Su Yizhana. The weapons forged by Mulong’s traditional techniques, with intricate black patterns, reminiscent of Damascus blades but slimmer and sharper, gleamed with deadly cold light in the sunlight filtered through swirling sand.

The rest were also ready to engage when the figure in the sandstorm became clear—they confirmed the enemy was just one person.

This was entirely suicidal!