on the cliffs of a coastal island

A huge crossbow turned low in the air. It is a coastal island that overlooks the wind Reefs, coral, tangled roots, and structures woven from wood It was exposed like a wound forced into the sea. "There you go." Dried says. It was the Wilder's hideout. It's not an official city, it's not a fortress. A place built as if running away, A place that occupied nature, not a 'place to live'. Reaction first comes from the edge of the island. It's full of sea water, Sahakin's shadow jumps out of the coral crevices. With a piece of metal woven into the fin, He is wearing a mask with Wilder's pattern on it. "You've got the sea monster in you." Naird's voice goes down. At that moment-- From above, Wilder's airborne forces storm. Wooden Wilder shot his bow in the wind, Sea Wilder scatters ice debris like waves. Even in the sunlight, the shadow Wilder He approaches with only shadows left. "Here we go." The dryer pulls the crossbow. a series of launches. Arrows with broken orbits in the air Pierce the three Wilder archers at the same time. Naid tilts his sword. Waves flow under the blade. The water itself flies away, not the sword. Sahakin one jumps up, It hits the frozen black surface and falls as it is. Enter the island. You can tell the moment you step on it. This is not the sea. It's not even a forest. It is a remnant that mimics nature. The decaying roots crawled around the floor, Corals do not grow and stick together. Wilder didn't raise this island It was forced to stretch. "It doesn't last long here." Dried says. Even before I was done with that The vibrations of drums inside the hideout. The internal defense line prepared by the Wilder wakes up. Masked people fill the aisle. There is a mix of sea monsters and Wilder. The command system is sloppy, The numbers are clear. Naid lifts the sword. "You're done sneaking in." The dryer nods. "Of course... It's a head-on breakthrough." Next up is Battle inside the hideout, We're going into the heart of Wilder's base