William held the Kraken's heart, feeling its immense weight and the pure vitality vibrating from it. Angel's words echoed in his mind, promising impressive growth. The sailors' disbelief at the value of the talisman he'd used, and the fact that the Kraken's heart—an incalculable treasure—was now in his possession, gave him a strange sense of power and fortune.
He moved away from the bustling sailors butchering the beast, seeking a quieter place to process everything that had happened. The deck was still a mess of splintered wood and blood, but the urgency of battle was over. He found a relatively intact corner near the railing, where moonlight filtered through scattered clouds.
"Angel," William thought, his mental voice filled with anticipation, "are you sure? Is devouring it the only way?"
