Had he realized how formidable this territory was, he wouldn't have ventured here to stir trouble. Now, the only chance to rescue the fleet and retreat was to deploy the ace up his sleeve: invoking the might of the Holy Light Church and the Goddess of Light. Perhaps it could give the other party pause.
However, to Plas's immense disappointment, those enemy heroes and armies showed no signs of stopping, and even the legendary creature with wings and a serpent's tail was flying towards him.
He cursed inwardly and hurriedly dealt with it.
The weather was beautiful, with clear skies for miles around.
But on the sea more than a hundred miles away from the Crown of the Ocean, it was a mess.