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For the protectors of Frost, tonight was destined to be a sleepless one.
The ominous clouds that shrouded Dagger Island still gathered overhead, the eerie remains of the "Sea Swallow" still lingered outside the port, and at this critical moment, the Mist Fleet, wrapped in countless terrifying legends, had approached the City-State.
The cursed undead fleet had completed its assembly, silently stationed at the edge of the coastal waters, their intentions unknown, their next moves a mystery to all.
Navy Commodore Lister had only rested for less than an hour at midnight before he reappeared in his command office, where he met with several other tightly furrowed commanders and an urgent secretary who had just rushed over from the city hall.