"Yeah, you're one lucky kid! All the hardships your father and I went through... you won't have to suffer them."
"You'll go straight to the top!"
Another captain ruffled the boy's fog-dampened hair, calming down slightly from his overwhelming elation. There were so many Fog Island Crystals. Even if they were split evenly among every ship and every person, it was a fortune they could never spend!
Once they returned from this voyage, they would all be set for life!
'One of the elites?'
Children of the sea were sharp-witted.
Born of the ocean and witness to countless tempests, eight-year-old Krotos gazed at the mist-wreathed crystals. He understood perfectly in that moment that the choice between becoming an elite or reaching the very top depended on a single whim.
'These old-timers... the strongest among them is only a D-class Awakened.'
'They keep each other in check, maintaining a balance.'
