An Early Fall

In a small harbor town where several ships docked, ready to set sail around the vast continent, two powerful people had met.

No one quite knew the strength of these two individuals as their faces weren't widely known, and one's face couldn't even be seen.

Yet they both held strength in their hands that could change the continent of Pagna forever, and both had boarded a ship.

They looked at each other for a moment until Lince eventually jumped down.

"It's quite obvious that you forced your way onto this ship?" Lince asked. "One can tell by their injuries, but might I ask where you wish to head, and let's not waste time—you might as well tell me why."

Lince, leader of one of the strongest Demonic Faction Clans, was on board the ship because of what a particular man had told him.

Only a couple of days ago, he had paid a visit to Belil. Lince knew the truth; he knew who Belil was but didn't know his plan until two days ago.