He bolted, heading toward the ship they had arrived on.
But a cold, slippery tentacle wrapped around his ankle.
Panicked, he struggled desperately, but to no avail.
"Ah! Ah——"
In the endless terror, they were devoured together into the Black Tide...
Watching the fate of these cannon fodder.
The Desire Curse snorted coldly, harboring a few speculations.
"So it's just a rat good at concealing itself..."
In its view, since the Master of the Black Tide was of the same Tier, it must have some minor tricks.
Its abilities were likely focused on concealment.
Therefore, it hid and feigned mystery because it had nothing else to show.
Of course, there was also another possibility.
That this Master of the Black Tide was an existence of a higher Tier, with unimaginable skills, deliberately teasing it.
But... how is that possible?
If that were true, the Desire Curse would eat the ship beneath its feet!
Such a scenario had never crossed its mind.
