Angotur Harbor had originally been disguised as a small civilian port, unremarkable and easily overlooked.

Holtrien's military had conducted secret operations there for years, and it had always been safe. But this time, it had been exposed without any warning, and Reginald had no concrete information on which force had attacked it.

Breaking out of the forest, Andrew's eyes widened at the sight ahead.

Before him stretched the vast open sea, and in the bay lay a small port. Smoke rose from the harbor, which had already been struck by heavy fire. Ships docked at the piers were almost all destroyed, and several had already capsized into the water.

A cold light flashed in Andrew's eyes as he signaled Nyx and silently approached the port.

Soon, he climbed aboard a large ship. The deck was eerily quiet, with no sentries in sight.

When their eyes met, Nyx's expression was filled with suspicion.

"You take the upper deck, I'll go below," she said with the instincts of a seasoned assassin,