Byron, the [Storm King], bears the divine positions of [Thunderstorm] and [Sky], and sincerely feels a deep connection to this land crowded with fifty nations.
It is simply his natural divine domain.
Even his sister's divine position in [Agriculture] can shine here.
In fact, although the northern region of the Corridor of Truth continent has vast plains suitable for implementing large-scale farming, it is not an ideal place for humans to live in this relatively underdeveloped era.
Only with the advancement of the industrial revolution, when humans can resist calamity to a certain extent, can the region truly explode with powerful strength of its own.
Is this not a match made in heaven?
In the violent wind, a grand fleet comprised of Whale Oil Powered Miracle Object Battleships, and Sail Battleships wended its way from the northwest corner of the Ten Great Undersea Kingdoms, now reduced to lairs and urban clusters.
