"There is no reason we must fight. We have no quarrel between us." Alex calmly stated as he floated in midair, surrounded by the crimson essence of destruction that persisted within the heart of the Drowned Palace.
It flowed like a river, with the corpses of those unlucky enough to have died in it floating at the top.
Several meters before him floated a majestic ship that, at its prime, must have been the pride of the seas.
Now, it was shrouded with a ghostly aura, boarded by headless undead creatures, and led by an Undead Wheel Mystic.
The one at the helm, a woman dressed in stereotypical pirate attire, regarded him with hateful eyes as she replied. "We have no quarrel, but you stand in my way; why is that?"
"It isn't intentional. A friend of mine was captured and I wished to save her."
"A friend?... The dragon?" Udele questioned with Alex nodding in agreement.
"Indeed."
"I see," Udele remarked.
