And the most eye-catching... was the figure at the bow of the ship, hanging on for dear life.
Suspended in mid-air by chains, he was already on the brink of death.
As if fearing he might die prematurely, a potion hung beside him, slowly dripping into his veins.
The tears had long since dried up.
Only the struggle and despair seemingly etched into his bones remained, as he now saw Harlot Town in the distance, causing him to struggle anew, making muffled sounds.
Rather than excitement, it was more akin to terror.
All he wanted was to escape quickly...
Unfortunately, it was already too late.
A large blood-red hand appeared out of nowhere, grabbing Colonel Jonathan who was suspended in mid-air, and yanked him back into the gathering hall, smashing him onto the floor.
Instantly, he passed out, but more regrettably, not even his father reserved any tenderness for him at this moment; the Blood Flames brutally burned, pierced, and forcefully woke him.
