The ritual of the twelve octopus heads had reached its final stage.
The entire sea surface was oppressively quiet, as if every breath taken required all one's effort, and everyone present felt a suffocating sensation.
Deep watched the sea below, tense, as countless eyes swayed like seaweed.
He had decided that at any sign of trouble, he would throw himself in front of the Captain to protect him.
"Stay put; don't cause any trouble now. That would be better than anything," Charles dragged him behind himself.
"Captain, I can help! I'm strong too!"
Charles paid him no mind and continued to look outside the airship's glass.
"If something very dangerous happens later, you take Shanshan and leave first."
Anna reached out and held his hand tightly, nodding gently with a smile. "Okay."
Seeing her smile, Charles opened his mouth helplessly but ended up saying nothing.
