This was a long-haul flight, the helicopter carried them for over three hours to a seaside cliff.
Wei Tianyang pulled out his phone to check the map and found that they were in the far southwestern corner of Azaha, looking out, the ocean filled the left half of the view, while the right half was a series of rolling hills.
At the edge of the sea cliff, there stood the white remains of a castle. Even though its outer walls had collapsed and the entire inner castle left only ruins, at the deepest part, a small, solitary fortress still held its ground.
A dirt road extended from the inner castle outward, with very simply constructed wooden huts on both sides. From a higher vantage point, one could see many people going about, seemingly residing there.