Bastien let out a sigh. It had been some hours since the baby kraken had gone off to a decent distance. He sighed, disappointed that what he assumed to be a worthy opponent was nothing more than a barking puppy dog.
He was blind, so he wasn’t really certain how his men were after the fight. He noticed that a decent number of them had died, and the separate gangs were mourning their losses. Still, he didn’t expect Sunalla to attempt to recover the princess. He couldn’t figure out what her plan was.
‘Did Sundale not inform her?’
He found himself thinking deeply about the issue. But a thunderous boom made him stop thinking.
“What happened here? Why does this place reek of death?”
A vicious growl sounded, sending waves in the water. Even with blind eyes, Bastien could see the owner of this voice. That was because she was blacker than the blackness that blindness cursed him with. Her tail flicked impatiently, demanding answers.