Chapter 91: A Reluctant Mission

As the evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over Treasure Island, Alex found himself walking through the bustling streets of the port town. He wore his black and white samurai armor, the leather creaking softly with each step he took. His katana hung at his side, a comforting weight that reminded him of the battles he had fought and the ones still to come. The air smelled of salt and fish, with the sounds of merchants hawking their wares filling the air. Treasure Island was alive with activity, but Alex's mind was preoccupied with the upcoming mission that weighed heavily on his shoulders.