The vast Caribbean Sea is like a giant boxing ring. Castile to the east and the Kingdom of the Lake to the west are like two clumsy boxers. Both have their eyes closed, swinging their fists slowly within a fog of war, unsure of the outcome of each punch. Each motion back and forth takes a month or two past. So, how can they limit the other's strength and prevent them from throwing strong and powerful punches?
"Tomate Chief Priest, you just mentioned sending a squad of samurais to harass the demons to prevent them from gaining a foothold?"
"Yes! Shoumaoying Chief Priest, look at the terrain of Brave Island."
Inside the Temple, the Tomate Chief Priest pointed his finger at the center of Brave Island in Puerto Rico as he explained.
