Aengus stood still for a moment, gazing at the vast expanse of the Demi-Human Empire's Sea. The salty breeze brushed against his face, carrying with it the scent of the ocean and a bittersweet tranquility that would soon be shattered.
The gentle waves lapped at the sandy shore, while seagulls circled above, their cries mingling with the sound of the crashing surf. Coconut fruits occasionally fell from the towering palms, rolling across the sand like forgotten remnants of peace.
This place—so full of life, so serene—would soon be no more.
Aengus clenched his fists tightly, his expression darkening as his resolve hardened. This was not just a random act of destruction; it was a calculated move. The Sea that separated the Demi-Human Empire and the Dragon Empire would become a barren divide. Any attempts at an alliance between the two would be rendered futile. With water ships destroyed, ground troops would forced to traverse treacherous and desolate terrain.