Ning'an Prefecture, deep within the Yunze Waters.
Islands dotted the vast, misty expanse of water.
On one particular island—strategically positioned with perilous terrain and surrounded by water on three sides—a sprawling complex of stockades clung to the mountainside.
The stockade walls were high and thick, a composite of massive logs and bluestone. Battered by the elements over time, they exuded a rugged, formidable air.
And this was the headquarters of the Cyan Flood Dragon Alliance, an organization that had dominated the waters of Ning'an for years and been a constant headache for the Government Office.
However, unlike in its boisterous and prosperous past, the Cyan Flood Dragon Alliance was now shrouded, inside and out, in a heavy, oppressive gloom that was impossible to dispel.
Its inhabitants rushed about with grim purpose, many of them wrapped in blood-stained bandages.
The faint scent of blood and medicinal herbs mingled in the air.
