Standing last among those sailors, Byron was shoved roughly onto that narrow gangplank by the pirates.
Just a short distance beneath his feet churned blood-steeped waves and dozens of gaping mouths filled with sharp teeth!
”Thud.“
He could only watch helplessly as the sharks opened their mouths, stirring up turbulent currents in the ocean as they bit viciously towards him!
However, the [Sailing Logbook] formed before his eyes and wrote furiously on its own:
"The ancient blood of the Bayfolk within you begins to boil.
Spiritual sublimation commences!"


This Dragon Lizard Warrior was none other than one of the three Wild Hunt Servants under Byron who still retained their self-awareness—Alvin, the Falcon of the Skinning Cult. He was also that infamous admirer of Beatrice, the Versatile Enchantress, the one who had debased himself for her only to end up with nothing.


Chapter 421 - Chapter 337: Waiting for the fall of your nation, fools