The so-called Demonic Beast Core was just a test; the real treasure lay hidden under the massive island.
This intel came from the Capital City Martial Arts Association, and it had to be reliable.
Staring out at the ocean, Hawk Thompson felt more restless by the minute.
He wouldn't rest easy without laying eyes on Mason Raymond's dead body.
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Underwater.
My blood turned the water around me bright red.
I fought to crack my eyes open, still clutching the Venerable Fifth Mountain against my chest.
"Saved my life again..." I muttered, running my fingers gently over the Venerable Fifth Mountain.
I tried shifting my body, and pain shot through me from every direction.
The water made my wounds feel like they were on fire.
I peered around at the pitch-black surroundings.
Then I cast the Water Repelling Charm, lighting up a spiritual fire underwater.
I worked to steady myself in the water, stopping my fall.
I looked up toward the surface, but saw nothing but darkness above.
