"A-argh... Ngh...!"
Nearlo, who now had two bleeding stumps in place of his missing arms, was held up into the air by his neck, struggling.
Strangling the poor Farland, the Drowned King's eyes shone with conflicting light.
His eyes shone with respect for Captain's determination and ultimately his strength, but on the other hand, he stared at him with clear disdain for the Farland name.
"You have done well, Farland... Or was it, Nearlo? Hm..."
The Drowned King slowly raised his other arm and hovered it before Nearlo's face, who reflectively turned away. The temperature from the Sea King's spiritual arm gave off a chill that caused Nearlo to shiver.
"Because of your crew, my body is no longer capable of pushing me towards my goal... Assuming that you're the captain, and the only one that is still alive... I'll be taking over your body as compensation..."
