A thin layer of eerie purple mist enveloped the Albion Isles. From afar, the entire island resembled a giant cocoon and looked extraordinarily bizarre.0

No sane human would want to approach an otherworldly sight like this, yet a colossal ship was slowly inching her way into the mists.0

Clad in a bright red, form-fitting dress, Anna stood at the bow of the ship like a personified figurehead.0

As the vessel neared the island, sailors with their ears plugged and eyes bandaged writhed in agony on the deck; their mouths were agape with unintelligible screams.0

Anna cast an indifferent glance at them briefly before turning her gaze back onto the island ahead.0

The mist didn't cover a large area, and soon Anna was greeted...1