Adrian could also tell how genuinely happy Gloria was.

The generator broke down three times throughout the entire journey. An eight-hour journey dragged out to twelve hours. It was night by the time the wooden boat finally arrived at Noirsandia's Northseaton. The boat pulled into a broken-down dock usually used by fishermen. The harbor was brightly lit.

Mya grumbled, "I'm exhausted from that hazardous boat ride. This is all your fault, Brett."

Brett held his hands in the air. "The most important thing is that we arrived in one piece. We should count our lucky stars that we even found a boat to get here, so please, stop your complaining."

"I'm hungry. How about something to eat?" Gloria suggested.

"A car's here to pick us up, so we should hurry over."

The group left the harbor and found two jeeps waiting for them. Two middle-aged men were standing by the vehicles, with one of them stepping forward when Adrian and the others arrived.

"Sir, we're in charge of defending Noirsandi