In a kingdom torn by power struggles and political intrigue, Jieun, the rightful heir to the throne of the East, finds herself sidelined as her brother, Jungwon, takes control. Determined to reclaim her birthright, Jieun seeks alliances and forms a...
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THE SMALL BOAT GLIDED OVER THE GENTLE WAVES, its wooden frame creaking softly with each rhythmic sway. The wind carried a salty scent, mingling with a sense of anticipation that hung in the air. Jieun, Riki, Heeseung, Jake, and Sunghoon stood side by side, their eyes fixed on the distant horizon where the Shadow Isles lay.
As much as Jieun wished for Lady Kim to join her, the woman could not. Besides, it would be good to have a spy amongst those snakes.
The journey to the haunted shores was not one undertaken lightly, but their shared determination fueled their spirits. The boat rocked steadily, carrying them further away from the mainland and deeper into the unknown. With each passing moment, the realm they left behind seemed to fade into the misty backdrop, replaced by the eerie allure of the forbidden destination.
Jieun's gaze swept across her companions, her heart filled with gratitude for their unwavering loyalty. She reached out and clasped Riki's hand, their fingers entwined, drawing strength from the connection. Heeseung, standing by her side, offered a reassuring smile, silently reaffirming his devotion to her cause.
Jake and Sunghoon, the steadfast knights who had vowed to protect Jieun, kept a watchful eye on the horizon, vigilant for any signs of danger. Their presence was a comforting presence, a reminder that they were not alone on this perilous journey.
As the boat sailed on, time seemed to both stretch and compress. Two days passed in a haze of whispered conversations, shared meals, and stolen moments of rest. The nights were illuminated by a celestial tapestry, a canopy of stars that seemed to guide their path.
On the second day, the Shadow Isles finally emerged from the shrouded mist, their ethereal presence growing ever more tangible. The jagged silhouettes of ancient ruins stood like sentinels against the backdrop of the fading sun, casting long shadows that whispered tales of forgotten glory.
The boat ventured further into the dense fog that enshrouded the Shadow Isles, an air of anticipation mingled with apprehension. But to their surprise, as the mist began to dissipate, a breathtaking sight unfolded before their eyes. The tales of haunting and despair were shattered, replaced by a scene of ethereal beauty.
