Josh stared at the cliff on the coastline. 'According to the information, the Necropolis's entrance should be beneath the sea. There's no chance that such a place has been left unguarded.' He swept his cold gaze over the horizon. They had sunk many ships in the process of reaching this far. However, there was nothing in sight now.
"Men, prepare to dive. Once we enter the area of the Necropolis, be on your guard. I suspect there will be a few nasty surprises in store for us." Josh's tone was full of authority and calm. It gave the crew the impression of an immovable obstacle that would shield them from anything.
Brenden smiled as he began to lash out orders with his tongue. Josh inspired this ragtag ghostly crew into following him. It was more than just his strength. It was his bearing. His personality. The way he escaped his own fate, albeit in an unconventional way. He had a lot to offer them, and they knew it.
