"Give it to me! I'll shoot personally!"
With a gesture to dismiss the crossbow gunners, Vice Admiral Adonis stepped forward and personally grasped the trigger of the [Inverted Cross Halberd].
An atmosphere of overwhelming desolation, like autumn descending upon winter, instantly settled over the expansive sea, making even the waves seem to pause briefly.
A hint of unrepressed hostility emanated from the admiral's eyes, stemming from a longstanding feud with the [Storm Horn] and its master.
Especially as that young Aiven Galliot rapidly advanced from Major to Vice Admiral and from Vice Admiral to Marquis, slowly becoming someone he had to look up to. The frustration of having inadvertently let him escape in the past frequently gnawed at his insides.
