Wheeling Gull Isle shāzhōu de kāifàng

making a mental note of what the seawolf had said, asmodeus noted she was not about to let him pass without further interrogation.

tension waned from her body; he settled some feet away, shoulders curved against the bite of the ocean wind. the matte shards of black razed her again, and he saw youth now, a cold beauty that matched the lap of the brine.

"snowstorm. i came from the inner territories," asmodeus explained. "i've never been here before."