A massive armored ship that was almost the size of four football stadiums combined together was floating in the Atlantic Ocean: there were several metal structures built on the ship, and several men armed with advanced energy guns were patrolling around.
Inside this ship, four figures simultaneously appeared at once; three were Bijor, the Cloak figure Arnold, and old man Jogo. Except for Bijor, the others looked fine with little to no dirt on their clothes. Bijor, on the other hand, was bloodied. Even though his ivory skin still maintained its beautiful lustre, one could see he was drained physically and mentally.
"Huh, where is Killian?" Old man Jogo asked when he noticed one of them was missing. Although that moment had shown up out of the blue, they still hadn't expected to lose anyone, so this could be the doing of one person. Old man Jogo stared at the beautiful white-haired man who was walking away with his hands clenched, a large black vein throbbing on his temple.
