"The air here is still quite fresh!"
By the shallow banks.
Devlin alighted from the dinghy, clad in black leather boots, stepping onto the soft sandy beach.
Beneath his feet lay the continent where Shadow Gate was located.
Three hundred kilometers from here was the headquarters of Shadow Gate.
He looked at the clean beach, pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out, and placed it between his lips.
The air was mixed with the tang of seawater.
It only required crossing a narrow coast to get here from Middle-river Pier.
Not too far.
Nor was it close.
Devlin took out a lighter, lit the cigarette in his mouth, and turned to look at the Cyber members behind him.