Chapter 90: Outlaw
"The Touch of the Kraken?" Byron murmured, snapping back to reality as he instinctively swallowed, the name lingering on his tongue. As a former chef with a particular fondness for tentacles, Byron knew them better than anyone.
Before him, floating within a jar, was a severed piece of something unnameable, something beyond comprehension: the tentacle of "The Kraken," an incomplete yet undeniably formidable remnant.
