Chapter 113

Daylight fell through a restricted window into the room and was reflected as dim red stripes on the wall. There were a couple of spots inside the Realm where you may as yet see the sun, and the Port of Clear Water was one of them. Here, the Months of the Evil presences, with its virus wind areas of strength for and, just had a smidgen of impact. With the exemption that the Blacksail-Armada couldn't leave the harbor, the whole city was still essentially as occupied not surprisingly. The city lead representative and harbor ace Garcia Wimbledon was finding a spot at her square table under the window, genuinely concentrating on the items in a letter. Her silver hair was trapped in the nightfall and had a brilliant touch. Her face delivered shadows from the light, adding definition to her facial elements and , giving her an extraordinary appeal brimming with brave soul. Ryan had been remaining close by for a surprisingly long time. Despite the fact that she possessed currently surpassed