Do you see this, Radiant One? The descendant of mine whom you tried so desperately to destroy… He lives. He thrives. And now, he prepares to erase you. And those who follow your will—what have they done?
Meanwhile, far out at sea, the commander of the Holy Knights, Antonio, was endlessly circling the waters.
No matter how thoroughly they scoured the ocean, there was no sign of that damn pirate crew.
His whip cracked across the back of a large sailor lying prone on the deck.
"You said they raided this area. Then why the hell can't we find them?"
The second-rank sailor, Tiberius, suppressed a groan that threatened to escape.
He knew better than anyone—speaking out would only invite more lashes.
He'd seen too many sailors like himself thrown into the sea after being flogged for less.
If the pirates have any brains at all, they wouldn't linger in waters swarming with the Holy Knights. Not when an entire fleet's out hunting them down.
