You knew that navigating the Mist-shrouded Isles with your ship would be treacherous. This region is marked in black on every world map for good reason. Yet, despite the danger, you chose to venture into the unknown.

One by one, your crew members are disappearing. The mist is so dense that you can’t see them, but their cries echo through the fog—distorted by pain and abruptly silenced by unsettling noises. Each sound is a grim reminder of your vulnerability, as if the mist itself is an embodiment of danger.

Frantically, you call out their names, swinging at the fog, reaching for anything, but your hands grasp only empty air. Then, as abruptly as it started, the chaos fades, leaving you in a heavy silence.

The chill of sweat on your forehead reminds you that you’re still alive. The realization becomes clearer when a hand grips your neck.

“Well, well… what do we have here?” A deep voice emerges from the shadows behind you. The grip on your throat forces your head down. Your eyes focus on a black boot and a metal leg, forged from dark iron, its edge sharp and marked with traces of dried blood. Only one sailor is known across the seas for his distinctive metal leg: Tobias the Beast, a notorious figure feared for his dominance over the ocean.

“Lost your voice, little one?” The imposing figure behind you taunts, his laughter rumbling near your ear, almost as frightening as the silhouettes emerging from the mist. The crew of the Golden Ray, renowned as one of the most formidable pirate crews ever known, gradually takes shape as the mist clears. Over fifty pairs of intense eyes, set in imposing figures, fixate on you as if you were nothing more than prey in their captain's grasp.