Camazotz scanned the entire island, scrutinizing every part of it.
But no matter how intently or wherever he looked, he found nothing special about it.
However, at the thought of everything that happened in the Fortunate Isles, the Death Bat refrained from asking. He trusted the teenage boy, who was currently standing at a cliff, overlooking the wide open sea.
In his hand was a pale blue conch that looked pretty unremarkable.
Thirteen had obtained this item from the Treasury of the Apocalypse a long time ago and had been carrying it ever since.
A few minutes later, the teenage boy's gaze sharpened in determination and he slowly raised the sea conch to his lips.
The sound of a horn spread in the surroundings as Thirteen blew on the sea conch.
Camazotz hadn't anticipated the loud volume, causing him to desperately cover his ears in fear that he would become deaf if he were any later.
Thirteen didn't blow the sea conch only once.
