Chương 230: 'Why Do I Even Write At All?'

"... Looking into Jesus the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising shame, and hath sat down at the right hand of the throne of God." -Hebrews 12:2(ASV)

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{Indian Ocean, 6AM}

With the sun 90% risen over the horizon of the Indian Ocean, it is the perfect backdrop for Berserkir Katsu's nonsensical laughing.

He holds his stomach, and hunches forward. His tears of laughter from his closed unconscious right eye fall into the ocean at his feet as he shouts taunts down below.

Berserkir Katsu: "aaaaahhahhahahahaa!

Awww, you done playing, Sis?

Pffffffffahahahaahahahoohohohohhuuuuu!

Hm?"

As if stopping because of something below, the Yang Vessel jumps backwards a few yards. The black hole surrounded by a blinding white aura focuses on something incoming and the vessel cackles.