The rich aroma spread across the deck and over the surrounding sea.
Alka drained a cup of wine and leaned back in the chair to rest.
He had eaten a bit too much.
Suddenly, his vision went black.
Alka entered a world of pure darkness.
"Again?"
He knew this scene all too well—it was a revelation from the Holy Mother.
He had to admit, judging from this experience, the Holy Mother's control over these revelations was getting more and more adept.
"I keep feeling like I've become some sort of test subject," Alka thought to himself silently.
The images of the revelation spread before him like drifting mist.
Seeing the patterns in the vision, Alka's eyes widened, his brows knitting tightly together.
What appeared in the vision was an unknown place, but above that unknown place Alka saw—he saw their target, a Tower of Trial.
Yet the scene on the Island made Alka's brows furrow further as he muttered inwardly that this was bad.
