Chapter 452 Gillian Island

• June 7, noon.
• When Natalia finally stepped off the boat onto Gillian Island, she understood—viscerally—what kind of world the Bosch family ruled.
• The island floated alone in the Pacific, ringed by endless sea. Along the outer villages, life appeared almost quaint. Wooden storefronts lined narrow roads; traditional herbal shops stood beside small workshops where artisans worked by hand. The accents of the locals were distinct, their customs preserved with almost obsessive care. If scholars ever came here, they might praise the Bosch family for preserving a disappearing heritage better than most modern cities ever had.