The island, if talking about its position on the chessboard, is located at the star position in the southwest corner.
A black man covered in white tattoos said to another black man whose muscles were even more exaggerated than those of comic book characters,
"Luo Yaduo, are there only the three of us in the temple?"
"Definitely not. I've already smelled the presence of people from other temples. This island... will be heavily polluted."
"What do we do now? Are we here to pollute this place?"
Luo Yaduo's exaggerated muscles flexed, even shimmering with a diamond-like luster. He raised his eyebrows and said,
"Palus, you can go ahead with that. Even though there are scents of our own kind, other people from the Pantheon have the favor of many gods and have a certain immunity to other types of pollution."
"Then I'll start. Should I start spreading it from here?"
Palus's skin was an oddly deep black, the kind that could perfectly camouflage in a pile of coal with his eyes closed.