After a few hours of traveling across the Black Sea, the island finally came into view. Even from a distance, Silva could feel a strange pulse of energy radiating from it, most likely the effect of the rift that had torn open there.
He narrowed his eyes, scanning the island through the faint mist. It was thickly forested, wild and unkempt, but at the center stood something man-made, an ancient structure built of black marble, the same type used in the Arcane Tower. That detail alone told him enough. This place had once been a settlement, long before the rift corrupted it and turned it into a monster's nest.
The settlement's largest building had a flat roof, wide enough to serve as a landing zone, so Silva angled the ship toward it. The engines hummed as they descended, the landing struts touching down with a soft metallic thud.
