In the south of the southern hemisphere, it is already the end of autumn.
Cold winds from Antarctica howl plaintively.
Waves crash against the black cliff mountains, their rumbling sounds urgent and chaotic.
The Ice Boat moves against the wind and waves, slowly approaching the fortress of Shizhi Mountain.
— Stay low-key!
— Stay low-key!
— Stay low-key!
— The chaotic mix of insects in the Wave Tree Bay United Kingdom, who knows how many are secretly colluding with Blue Island.
— Speak less. Don't speak.
— The more you say, the more you reveal.
Dragon Cypress waved his tentacles as he lectured, repeatedly admonishing Cypress and Silver Cypress.
Of course, he was mainly speaking for the nearby, delightfully eager Second King.
Ink Orchid curiously gazed at the distant vertical cliffs, its wings opening and closing, ready to take flight, when suddenly, swiftly, a little ink light transformed into nine-colored brilliance and rushed out.
"Ink Orchid!"
Dragon Cypress shouted.
