บท 113: A Cult

Though the last time Kruxe had been in the water hadn't been for fun, at the very least the sea had been relatively calm with a smooth current, it was very unlike now where he was battling to keep afloat while being thrown left and right by the sea.

At this point, Kruxe could only be pained that he had lost the moustache man and began looking for a way to survive.

"Come on damn it, where is the debris from the destroyed ship, I need to get on something I can't swim forever" Kruxe cried internally looking left and right for a floating platform when his eyes suddenly locked onto an image and he was shocked.

"Isn't that the ship, why hasn't it been broken apart and destroyed by the waves" Kruxe muttered narrowing his eyes at the ship.

With his strength, there was no way Kruxe could have been washed away from the ship if he didn't want to, the only reason it had happened was because he believed that the ship was doomed.