They both darted their eyes to identify who it was. Zoe was cloaking under the colossal figure of Raigon. On the contrary, his brawny arm was outstretched backward to carefully hold Zoe's back behind him.
'I am not allowing another assaulter to lay his dirty hand on Zoe. She has experienced so much trouble!'
The nose of the motorboat captured the sight of Raigon. He tensed up and lengthened out his other arm on the defense of her. He was willing to do whatever it takes to pull her out of the fire.
The man operating the boat was wearing a fisherman's hat, a beige long-sleeved shirt, and dark brown pants. He was veiling his face under the distinctive hat when he entered the sacred cave.
But Raigon recognized who he was.
"Azra." He relaxed as he thrust his chin and widened his stance. And he has no one else on the private boat with him.
