The evening sun slanted across the sky, casting golden ripples on the lake's surface. The water mirrored the brilliant colors of the sky, like a beautiful oil painting.
Flying toward the central area of Warm Water Lake, those vast artificial islands jumped into view.
The shorelines of the islands meandered and undulated, lush forests spread along the shores, their leaves shimmering gold and emerald in the sunset's reflection.
There were over a hundred artificial islands on Lake Heart Island, each belonging to different big figures. In their own territories, they could do anything, enjoying a lifestyle akin to ancient kings.
The hovercar arrived at an island on the Edge; this was Sikinkov's private territory.
Sikinkov was not originally a resident of Lake Heart Island; he was previously just a ruling committee member and municipal office secretary-general, not yet qualified to live here.
