Kapitel 363: Formation

The tension on the deck was broken by the heavy creak of armored boots against the wooden planks. Heads turned as a tall, imposing man stepped into view, his mere presence commanding silence. His armor bore the insignia of the Thaddeus Family—a golden trident crossed with a sword—emblazoned prominently on the breastplate. It gleamed with a practiced shine, though faint scars etched into the metal hinted at battles past. His face, much like his armor, carried the marks of experience—stern, cold, and lined with faint reminders of the dangers he had faced. 

"Attention," the man called out, his voice cutting through the murmurs like a blade. It wasn't loud, but it carried a weight that left no room for disobedience. 

The crew and gathered adventurers straightened instinctively. Even the seasoned mercenaries paused in their conversations, their gazes snapping toward the new arrival.