It was the Puppet Girl on the ship who spoke.
The last sliver of hope shattered, and Balazs visibly sunk into despondency.
"Alas, everything I had was destroyed by this scum."
As he spoke, he couldn't contain his anger any longer and threw a punch at Kriel beside him.
However, the fist just passed through his body and landed on the muddy ground.
The sharp stones in the mud pierced his hand, causing it to bleed.
"Do you want to come with us?" Alka asked.
Although it wasn't an invitation onto the ship, since they were traveling together, taking him to a safe Island and leaving him there wouldn't be a problem.
Balazs looked at him, gazing into his eyes.
Suddenly he asked, "You will come back? To take revenge, right?"
After all, Alka and the others had almost been wiped out several times, all because of the inexplicable harm caused by Kriel, whom they barely knew.
"Of course," Alka answered without hesitation.
