Lebia Continent.
A deserted beach.
A damaged ship appeared particularly abrupt, seemingly having been washed ashore by waves not long ago.
"Cough cough, how unlucky." A crude man with a beard and a bare chest, clung to a plank while emerging from the break in the ship.
His clothes were tattered, with small cuts everywhere that had turned white after being soaked in seawater.
"Is there anyone? Is anyone still alive?" He shouted loudly, his voice carrying over.
"Zahanu, you bastard, what are you yelling for?" A slightly hoarse and rugged male voice sounded from the shade of a nearby large tree.
Zahanu looked towards the voice, seeing an old man with white hair and tattered clothes lying under the tree, seemingly just resting, with a fire burning beside him.
"So it's you, old man. Even such a huge shipwreck couldn't drown you; you're truly a curse." Zahanu cursed while staggering towards the tree.
