Yuhai Port. A location that reeked of salt, smoke and drugs.
A hub of trade from the southern side of Sikha to the rest of the world. Whether that be transporting 'local goods' or importing wares from abroad.
Each boat docked on the port sang songs of adventure with sea water crashing against the wooden frame. The cries of seagulls that echoed overhead.
The wind whipped against the towels stretched between buildings, hoping to protect themselves from the sun's harsh rays.
In the distance, an arch of polished white stone stretched between a stone pillar and a mountain out at sea.
If this port were to have an icon, a defining trait, that piece of manmade beauty would be that icon.
And yet. . .
This arch now bore the emblem of the Sun Church, scorched onto the surface with several bestial and humanoid bodies hanging from the arch for all to see. A demonstration of what happens should you go against the Sun's righteous crusade.
