Sanctuary: Safe Haven

Chapter 388 Sakha Empire

Canna settled into the cabin Linna had directed her to. It was a modest space, simple but well-maintained, fitting for someone who wasn't looking for luxury. The gentle rocking of the ship as it sailed through the open sea was soothing. They were headed to an island Drennard had ominously dubbed "Giant's Island," a notorious place inhabited by cyclops who attacked anyone unfortunate enough to venture too close. Read new chapters at My Virtual Library Empire

Canna lay back on the makeshift bed, eyes half-closed as his thoughts wandered. Cyclops. A curious race, one Canna had never encountered before. According to Drennard, these giants were ferocious, and there was no mercy for intruders who landed on their shores. Canna was intrigued but wasn't particularly worried about the threat. His primary goal wasn't merely to encounter cyclops but to find and hunt down Catastrophe-class beasts. If there were any such creatures on Giant's Island, Canna wanted to see them.

The ship creaked gently as it sailed forward, and Canna could hear the faint sounds of the crew moving about on deck. The salty sea breeze drifted in through the open window, mixing with the gentle hum of the ocean. It was peaceful, a stark contrast to what awaited them at their destination.

Suddenly, Canna's communication artifact flickered with life, Ameena's voice echoing through the small cabin. The report was routine at first, but Canna could immediately sense the shift in tone when Ameena mentioned an empire.

"Yes, master, you've heard it right," Ameena's voice was steady but filled with an undercurrent of seriousness. "After sending shock troops to different places to complete their missions, we've come across an empire known as the Sakha Empire. After further investigation, we've learned that this empire openly allows slavery. There are hundreds of slavehouses and black markets tied to it. Large numbers of mixed races are being gathered for a big event—a grand slave auction that the people treat like a festival."

Canna frowned, his fingers tapping lightly against the side of the bed. The thought of slavery disgusted him, and the notion of an empire celebrating such atrocities ignited a fire within. "An empire that accepts slavery," he muttered. "That's absurd."

Ameena continued, her tone unflinching. "There's more, master. The people of this empire are arrogant beyond measure. They look down on anyone who isn't from their empire. It's a breeding ground for elitism and cruelty."

The next words left Canna's mouth without hesitation. "Let's raid them."@@@@

There was a pause on the other end, and then Ameena's calm voice came through again. "I understand you're upset, master, but I suggest we don't."

Canna's eyes narrowed, his curiosity piqued by Ameena's counter. He remained silent, waiting for her to explain.

She leaned back in her chair, her eyes scanning the detailed notes and plans scattered across her desk. To anyone else, dismantling an empire might seem like an impossible task. But to Ameena, it was child's play. Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she considered her next steps.

"The bigger the target, the more satisfying it is to watch them fall," she murmured, licking her lips.

As a demon, Ameena had an inherent love for chaos. It was in her nature to disrupt the established order, to tear down what others had built, and to enjoy every moment of it. And the Sakha Empire? They were about to experience the full extent of her chaotic brilliance.

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Back on the ship, the peaceful lull of the sea continued as Canna lay back on the bed, hands behind his head, still processing the conversation. The empire would fall, but it would fall when Ameena said it would. That was enough for now.

For the moment, Canna focused on the journey ahead. The open sea stretched out endlessly, the waves rocking the ship in a steady rhythm. Linna had prepared the cabin well, and despite its modesty, it had everything Canna needed. Still, his mind kept drifting to the challenge awaiting him on Giant's Island.

Cyclops. Massive, powerful creatures. Drennard had warned him of the danger, but Canna didn't feel worried. Instead, there was excitement building in his chest. The island wasn't just notorious for its cyclops but for being mostly unexplored. If the rumors were true, few had dared to step foot on its shores, and even fewer had returned to tell the tale.

Canna glanced at the communication artifact again but didn't reach for it. Whatever was happening with Ameena and the Sakha Empire could wait. For now, the only thing on Canna's mind was the thrill of discovering what lay ahead—Catastrophe-class beasts or perhaps even something far more dangerous.

Outside, the sky darkened, and the stars began to twinkle above the endless ocean. The ship creaked as it sailed forward, cutting through the waves with ease, guided by Drennard and his capable crew. Whatever challenges lay ahead, Canna was ready to face them.

Soon, they would reach Giant's Island. And the real adventure would begin.