He massaged his eyes and sighed at Flintwaters compliance with the Kraken's request. Still, he somewhat understood him.
His prized ship sank into the dark depth of a dead zone and with the creature's offer of an antic relic on the magus' level, even he was tempted... to keep his life by rejecting it.
Meanwhile, Marina slapped her legs, bursting into laughter.
"Who's this fool trying to destroy a Gate barehanded?"
"The crew's captain. I don't know why he's more resilient than regular humans."
As his answer lingered, he rushed to Flintwaters and knocked him out without a second thought.
With the burden Marina imposed on his mind, he had no desire to waste time talking with a delusional man.
'Do you really think the Kraken will gift you a ship powerful enough to rule the sea? What's next? Will the magus offer tier-eight staves, too?'
Rolling his eyes, he gripped the man by the shirt and threw him before the Gate.
