Whirlpool Sea, White Oak Isle, the royal court of the Rosen Kingdom.

Inside a grand and solemn palace on White Oak Isle, slanted beams of light streamed through the stained-glass windows, bathing the palace in a myriad of colors. Amidst this beautiful atmosphere, the King of Rosen was holding a routine council with his nobles, oblivious to the immense danger hurtling towards them.

"Your Majesty, our repeated strikes against Thorn Isle have been highly effective."

"A few more assaults, and the monsters on Thorn Isle will be utterly powerless, and we shall reclaim it."