Canna settled into the cabin Linna had directed her to. It was a modest space, simple but well-maintained, fitting for soone who wasn't looking for luxury. The gentle rocking of the ship as it sailed through the open sea was soothing. They were headed to an island Drennard had ominously dubbed "Giant's Island," a notorious place inhabited by cyclops who attacked anyone unfortunate enough to venture too close. Read new chapters at My Virtual Library Empire
Canna lay back on the makeshift bed, eyes half-closed as his thoughts wandered. Cyclops. A curious race, one Canna had never encountered before. According to Drennard, these giants were ferocious, and there was no rcy for intruders who landed on their shores. Canna was intrigued but wasn't particularly worried about the threat. His primary goal wasn't rely to encounter cyclops but to find and hunt down Catastrophe-class beasts. If there were any such creatures on Giant's Island, Canna wanted to see them.
The ship creaked gently as it sailed forward, and Canna could hear the faint sounds of the crew moving about on deck. The salty sea breeze drifted in through the open window, mixing with the gentle hum of the ocean. It was peaceful, a stark contrast to what awaited them at their destination.
Suddenly, Canna's communication artifact flickered with life, Aena's voice echoing through the small cabin. The report was routine at first, but Canna could imdiately sense the shift in tone when Aena ntioned an empire.
"Yes, master, you've heard it right," Aena's voice was steady but filled with an undercurrent of seriousness. "After sending shock troops to different places to complete their missions, we've co across an empire known as the Sakha Empire. After further investigation, we've learned that this empire openly allows slavery. There are hundreds of slavehouses and black markets tied to it. Large numbers of mixed races are being gathered for a big event—a grand slave auction that the people treat like a festival."
Canna frowned, his fingers tapping lightly against the side of the bed. The thought of slavery disgusted him, and the notion of an empire celebrating such atrocities ignited a fire within. "An empire that accepts slavery," he muttered. "That's absurd."
Aena continued, her tone unflinching. "There's more, master. The people of this empire are arrogant beyond asure. They look down on anyone who isn't from their empire. It's a breeding ground for elitism and cruelty."
The next words left Canna's mouth without hesitation. "Let's raid them."
There was a pause on the other end, and then Aena's calm voice ca through again. "I understand you're upset, master, but I suggest we don't."
Canna's eyes narrowed, his curiosity piqued by Aena's counter. He remained silent, waiting for her to explain.
"If it were ," Aena said confidently, "I'd do it in one big sweep. A single, decisive blow. Leave this one to , master. I see a golden opportunity not only for the sanctuary but for all the enslaved people. And the best part is, all we need is ti."
Canna weighed her words. She trusted Aena implicitly—after all, she was known as the "Brains of Hell" for a reason. But Canna wasn't one to delay action, especially in matters of injustice. Still, there was sothing about Aena's tone that made him pause.
Before Canna could speak, another voice erged from the shadows. It was Abaddon, his deep, rumbling voice laced with amusent. "I pity them—those poor souls that Aena has set her sights on. It might not look like it, master, but in terms of kill count, Aena takes the crown. If I could build mountains from my kills, Aena could build valleys. She's the one pulling the shadows beneath everyone's feet."
Canna sighed. If Abaddon, the demon who had made even Catastrophe-class beasts tremble, respected Aena's ability to sow chaos, then it was more than enough to convince him.
"Alright, Aena," Canna said finally, his voice firm. "I'll leave this one to you."
On the other end of the artifact, Aena smiled to herself, her confidence evident in her response. "As you wish, master. Do not worry about it at all."
The connection flickered and dimd, leaving Canna to his thoughts. He glanced out the window, watching as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the sea. Whatever Aena had planned, Canna trusted that it would be nothing short of spectacular.
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anwhile, in the Hope Clan base, Aena sat in her private office, her slender fingers tracing the edges of a map laid out before her. The map detailed the Sakha Empire, its cities, its borders, and most importantly, its slavehouses. The empire's infrastructure was complex, but to soone like Aena, it was a web waiting to be untangled.
A sly smile played on her lips as she whispered to herself. "Finally, a field I know best."
She leaned back in her chair, her eyes scanning the detailed notes and plans scattered across her desk. To anyone else, dismantling an empire might seem like an impossible task. But to Aena, it was child's play. Her eyes glead with excitent as she considered her next steps.
"The bigger the target, the more satisfying it is to watch them fall," she murmured, licking her lips.
As a demon, Aena had an inherent love for chaos. It was in her nature to disrupt the established order, to tear down what others had built, and to enjoy every mont of it. And the Sakha Empire? They were about to experience the full extent of her chaotic brilliance.
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Back on the ship, the peaceful lull of the sea continued as Canna lay back on the bed, hands behind his head, still processing the conversation. The empire would fall, but it would fall when Aena said it would. That was enough for now.
For the mont, Canna focused on the journey ahead. The open sea stretched out endlessly, the waves rocking the ship in a steady rhythm. Linna had prepared the cabin well, and despite its modesty, it had everything Canna needed. Still, his mind kept drifting to the challenge awaiting him on Giant's Island.
Cyclops. Massive, powerful creatures. Drennard had warned him of the danger, but Canna didn't feel worried. Instead, there was excitent building in his chest. The island wasn't just notorious for its cyclops but for being mostly unexplored. If the rumors were true, few had dared to step foot on its shores, and even fewer had returned to tell the tale.
Canna glanced at the communication artifact again but didn't reach for it. Whatever was happening with Aena and the Sakha Empire could wait. For now, the only thing on Canna's mind was the thrill of discovering what lay ahead—Catastrophe-class beasts or perhaps even sothing far more dangerous.
Outside, the sky darkened, and the stars began to twinkle above the endless ocean. The ship creaked as it sailed forward, cutting through the waves with ease, guided by Drennard and his capable crew. Whatever challenges lay ahead, Canna was ready to face them.
Soon, they would reach Giant's Island. And the real adventure would begin.
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