On the way back, Alka looked at the bodies he had previously placed by the roadside.
He thought for a moment and said, "I should bury them. After all, we should thank them."
Without the efforts of these Explorers, they wouldn't have achieved their current gains.
Letting them rest in peace was the only thing Alka could do for them now.
After burying the bodies, the group arrived at the port.
They looked at the Spell Ship docked before them.
Its length was similar to the Sea Fist they had previously boarded, but it was noticeably a size smaller: narrower in beam, lower in profile, more antiquated, and with more years of service.
Of course, it could have been poorly maintained, but that seemed unlikely.
"Are we using this ship?" Pororo walked over, patted the hull, and then asked the group.
Alka nodded. "Of course, we'll use it. It's too extravagant to leave it here; after all, it's a Spell Ship."
