The aquamarine waters of the South Pacific stretched toward the horizon like a sheet of hammered glass, broken only by the emerald jaggedness of a private fortress. Near the secluded waters of Nativa Bay, a solitary landmass known as Rusmut Island sat in regal isolation, covering an expansive area of roughly fifty acres. This wasn't merely a piece of real estate; it was a sovereign sanctuary purchased in perpetuity, a place where the laws of common nations were replaced by the absolute will of its owner. The master of this tropical domain was none other than the current Patriarch of the Kane Family, Silas Kane.
The name Silas Kane carried a certain ethereal quality, evoking images of a gentle breeze or a wise, detached sage. However, anyone who had navigated the treacherous waters of glob
