The boat's bow rocked under the brilliant golden light, illuminating the shimmering black river, fragmenting into countless shards of gold.
Strangulation stood outside the cabin, lifting his head to gaze at the distant night sky.
Spring Island was so far from the sky that even the dim moon appeared blurred, much like a streetlamp in a fine drizzle, diffusing pale divine halos at the base of one's eyes.
Clearly, the Inferiors were in danger and needed his help.
Yet for some reason...
Feeling the slight sway of the boat and the cool breeze wet with water brushing his fluffy white hair in mid-May's early morning, Strangulation felt a deep tranquility emanating from within.
Because the atmosphere was too comfortable, he even thought of fleeing.
"Hey, listen..."
Breaking the silence of the night, Strangulation asked in a deep voice.
The sound of flowing water came from behind him.
