Their ship had just rounded a sharp bend and entered the narrowest stretch of the sea route. To the left, a raging tornado screamed past barely a meter from the hull. To the right, a massive whirlpool churned only four meters away. Even under normal circumstances, navigating through a passage this tight demanded absolute precision. Trying to evade an attack here was simply impossible.
All they could do was watch as the Twin-Winged Thunder Wyrm came hurtling toward them like a living missile.
There was nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide.
"Marcus!"
The girls instinctively gathered around him, prepared to face whatever came together.
Marcus, however, remained standing at the stern, completely unshaken. A faint, confident smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
