Caine was right at the forefront of his army when they disembarked from the port of Coldsky Fortress.
Next to him was a cold-faced man with an intimidating glare donned in an obsidian-colored suit of enchanted armor. There was a large cross sword on his back and he glared into the distance.
It was like he was trying to peer through the heavy fog that was obstructing his vision of the demon islands. This man was the Golden Lion Legion’s commander, Maximilian d’Euphrase, the Black Wolf of the Far North.
“Maxi...during the past few days, we’ve lost all visuals on the demon islands and those we sent into the fog never returned...will this be a problem to our advance?”
“...No, my Lord. The demons are helpless and have been scuttling out of their island like rats. We’ve already spotted and e
