Chapter 448 Valerius Corvo

The canoe was carved from a single thick tree trunk, its hull scarred by salt and time. It bobbed on the choppy waves, looking like it could flip over any second.

But the weirdest thing was, at first glance, the canoe looked empty, not a soul in sight. It drifted all alone, a stark contrast to the massive fleet around it, and just gave off a creepy vibe.

Rhea narrowed her eyes, staring hard, and f