The scarlet grime burned with crimson flames clinging to the tattered deck.
Emerging from that gaping portal, like a yawning mouth, was their old acquaintance.
The devourer donned a gentleman's attire, appearing courteous.
Another projected avatar, Alka could discern it at a glance.
As he spoke, he slightly bent and saluted Alka and the others, saying politely.
"Long time no see, everyone."
"I knew it was you, I just knew. I thought you had given up," Alka said lightly, looking at the demon in front of him.
During the interrogation just now, those cultists didn't answer his questions and instead self-immolated to become part of the ritual. He vaguely felt that this ship was likely guided by the devourer towards them.
The eyes saw even more.
The devourer tidied up his clothes, looking at everyone, looking at Alka.
"So, you've advanced to the Seventh Stage. No wonder you left the World Scar. I was so worried when I found you weren't there.
