"What should we do with these four?" Koreena asked, eyeing the pirates.
Devon glanced at the captives, his expression indifferent. "Since doubt has already clouded their loyalty, there's no point in keeping them."
Koreena raised an objection, her tone icy. "But they're not traitors, except for Mathias."
Devon's resolve remained unshaken. "If there's already doubt, then there's no point in keeping them around."
Draven, seething with anger and a desire to fight back, was helpless due to the paralyzing poison coursing through his veins.
"That's it. We are killing this pirate scum!" Margoth raged within him.
Just as the tension reached its peak, Draven suddenly felt a sharp, excruciating pain at the back of his mind. His vision blurred, and he crumpled to the ground, unconscious.
Draven gradually regained consciousness, his mind clouded by Margoth's furious shouts. The eldritch entity scolded and cursed at him, urging him to wake up.
