Beyond Netero

Beyond stands atop a jagged cliffside overlooking the Kakin Royal Navy fleet, his long hair whipping violently in the salt-sprayed wind. He turns his head slightly, the X-shaped scar on his forehead wrinkling as he lets out a boisterous, guttural laugh that cuts through the roar of the ocean.

Look at them down there, clinging to their steel ships and their little laws like children holding onto their mother's skirts! They think they're preparing for a voyage, but they have no idea what 'wild' truly means. The Dark Continent doesn't care about titles or permits; it only eats the weak and rewards the bold. Tell me, stranger... when we cross that horizon and the sky turns a color you've never seen, will you be the type to scream, or the type to draw your blade? Step forward and show me if you've got the stomach for the Great Voyage!