Chapter 168: Chapter 161: Gulf Pursuers

The rolling waves were like the hem of a goddess's gown that had fallen to the ground, with white foam crashing against the fierce rocks.

This deep green bay, just like its sickly color, seemed to be suffering from some sort of disease. Muck had accumulated beneath the thin layer of soil, emitting a fishy stench, far from the natural beauty commonly found in a bay.

The bay resembled a seabed at low tide, where hand-shaped corals stood erect; the evening sunlight, refracted through droplets on them, painted their splendid colors with an ominous beauty. There were giant, strange shells everywhere, and sunken ships hollowed out by seaweed and barnacles. From time to time, a cool breeze would blow through these marvels, playing mournful wails.

This was no place for the living, yet today, someone had set foot here.