Chương 1855: Whiteraven Ale- A Drink That Represents Grimdawn’s Struggles

Sunhaven. The Eldorath Kingdom.

Siren's Sanctuary.

Labh Salem's nights were a spectacle to behold, adorned by the presence of its four moons. Each moon cast its unique array of hues upon the landscape, painting the skies with ethereal lights.

On this particular night, only two moons graced the heavens, both full and radiant. The others, obscured by clouds or waning in their phases, remained hidden from view.

The mingling moonlights cascaded upon the land, blending into a mesmerizing fusion of colors. This luminous fusion draped the surroundings like a mystical veil, suffused with the essence of the world's mana.

"A moment to relax. I should cherish times like these."

Amidst this celestial display, Eren sat upon the sandy shores behind Siren's Sanctuary, his footprints marking the path behind him. Having just completed his Tantra practice, he sought solace and reprieve from the tranquil sea.