"This atmosphere really does feel like the Lower City District."
Lorenzo stood on the dock, with the Morning Glow Advance moored just behind him. The massive vessel attracted the gaze of everyone nearby. The Vikings paused their work and watched these travelers who had come from afar.
"Indeed, although they're two completely different places, this vibe, this feeling, strangely feels like coming home."
Bola surveyed the area. From the facial markings of these Vikings, he could discern they came from different territories. There were men and women, young and old, each with their own intentions, all gathered in this Ice Bay.
Blood dripped, soaking the ground and spreading over the water's surface.
