Next morning, 5:45 a.m.
"Yawn..." Oliver yawned and stretched his body. He had slept well last night thanks to the comfortable room at the tavern.
The sun was just beginning to rise above the horizon, and the Port of Leviathan was slowly coming to life.
Many fishermen were returning to the harbor after spending the entire night casting their nets and fishing on the lake. The market stalls were already preparing to receive the fresh catch of the day before selling it to customers.
However, the most eye-catching sight was the row of massive coal-powered ships lined up at the docks, with thick black smoke rising steadily into the morning sky.
"What's with all these ships? It looks like they're preparing for war." Oliver looked toward the harbor. He was currently wearing a hooded outfit along with a wooden mask.
