on the cliffs of a coastal island

Inside the rocky cliffs of the coastal island. In the shade where the waves cannot reach, an artificially trimmed entrance is revealed. It looks like it's been dug out of natural stone, but if you look closely, it's Wilder's signature trail-- There are layers of patterns that block the flow of wind, such as the binding of the vines, the markings of the shells and bones, and the binding of the wind. Dried talks low, putting down a huge crossbow in the air. "Here I am. It's not a forest, it's not an ocean... The place I stole and put it up." Naird lands gently on a sword. The water on the floor trembles finely. This is not a normal hiding place." Entering the interior As soon as you cross the entrance, the air changes. The smell of the decaying veins with the salty smell, and the faint scream-like reverberation. then a Sahakin scout. And after that, Wilder comes out in the mix. an enemy invasion Sea Wilder reconnaissance water and ice, moving up the wall Shadow Wilder Watchdog The smell of blood from Sahakin's Blood Spear makes a rush "I got caught." As soon as Naird spoke, the black was already moving. battle The dryer lifts the crossbow. A large crossbow, not a bow, is fixed in the air like a structure. I'm going to see through the wind-burning penetrating channels, and I'm going to see through the enemy in a straight line Freeze the ice-wave walls and floors to block the road Vision split shot forces Wilder's position in shadow Naird moves like a trickle between them. If you throw a sword, a wave will follow and cut it down As soon as it lands, it changes direction by riding the sword again Sound waves spread through the sword, destroying Sahakin's balance Sahakin's going to rush "Now." a shot of dryard. The bullet bouncing against the rock breaks the water's surface, and the reflection penetrates Sahakin's neck. After organizing Hold on, it's still. What's left is the broken mask, the blood dissolved in the sea, And a ritual-like vibration coming from the inside. Naid looks at the center of the aisle. "The Lord's altar... This is the 'heart' of the hiding place." The dryer nods.