C255 Evil Weapon

The massive ship's black sails danced gently in the breeze, rustling softly. At the heart of the deck, the figure of a middle-aged man emerged. He stood tall and proud, draped in a wide purple robe, his black hair cascading down like a waterfall, his gaze sweeping over the crowd.

Flanking him were two venerable elders, each exuding a profound presence