Chapter 322: Conspiracy
The Kingdom of Lenaya, in the south of the continent.
This was an island nation scattered along a long coastline at the southernmost tip of the North Continent.
In the early morning, the waves crashed relentlessly against the reefs. The salty sea breeze, thick with moisture, enveloped the small coastal town in a hazy mist.
Inside a villa halfway up the mountain, Barcas stood by the window, gazing at the blurred horizon.
His gaze seemed to pierce through the layers of sea mist, glimpsing the world across the water.
Starting from here and crossing the vast ocean led to the South Continent—a sprawling, barren land with few inhabitants.
The sea surface was churned by massive waves year-round, and countless ships attempting the crossing had met their end in these Stormy Seas.
And it was said that at the center of those never-ending Stormy Seas lay a paradise, the God-given land where the elves had fled overseas—Elune.
Barcas had once engaged in large-scale smuggling deals with certain elven rebels, but the demons still knew very little about this declining nation. Elune remained shrouded in layers of mist, full of the unknown and the mysterious.