章 115: The Eight Continent!

The Lost Continent, Atlantia!

Deep within the swirling, icy embrace of the Antarctic Ocean lay a forgotten isle, enshrouded in a veil of ghostly mist.

This forgetten land, Atlantia, whispered only in the tales of old sailors, defies the modern world's satellites and maps, persisting in secrecy.

"Doctor, did you found anything...?" Cain inquired, his advanced prosthetic legs, a marvel of science and art, clicked softly against the ancient stone beneath them.

"Yes," Dr. Isabella Mercer turned to face him, her presence commanding yet mysterious.

She was a vision of contrasts—the timelessness of her features was accentuated by the modernity of her attire. Her hair cascaded like a dark river down her shoulders, each strand catching the light as though woven from the twilight itself. Her eyes, a deep emerald, held the glint of untold stories, reflecting a mind that danced on the edge of brilliant discoveries.