The bustle at the port of Redhoven had grown intense. One thousand five hundred white-armored troops swarmed the two warships anchored there.
Under Luvistar's orders, they were divided into two large groups, each numbering seven hundred fifty men.
They prepared the ships by unloading Magmoral and Lucite from the warehouse at the back.
Since the required amount was so great, the Hermes family soldiers also lent a hand.
While the soldiers labored, Nolan and Rafine leaned against the railing of the ship, enjoying the view of the calm sea. Waves occasionally lapped against the hull.
"Are you sure you want to stay on the second ship with me? Wouldn't it be safer to go with Elina and General Luvistar on the first ship?" Nolan asked casually, glancing at Rafine beside him.
His reason for sending Elina with Luvistar was for her own safety. After all, the sea monster they were about to face had nearly reached catastrophic levels.
