A MASSIVE BRONZE ship glided across the teal blue waves, rich brown wood glistening in the sunlight, salt-kissed air swirling in the boisterous air.
Someone
Oh my God
The petite, pink-haired boy on the island almost dropped his metal binocular.
Someone
" Please no "
He pressed the eyesight device against his eyes again , closer . But there was no mistaking the bronze flag, the glittering anchor, the huge cannons.
For it was the Bronze Anchor.
Headed. Toward. feibren.
Someone
Fu*k fu*k fu*k
The pink-haired boy couldn't breathe.
Someone
"why today of all day? Why now? Couldn't they find a better timing? "
His father wasn't here. The ruler of feibren wasn't here. How was he- Park Jimin- supposed to lead his people to safety? What could a mere nineteen years old boy could do against them?
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