Nox and the others didn't just stop their tyranny there. They moved through the outer areas of the Abyssal Kelp, taking out one team after another.
The other participants were constantly on the lookout, afraid that they would be next. It continued like this for the rest of the second day.
The third day hit like a hammer.
By morning, every camp was whispering the same thing—avoid the dark-haired human with the shark rider, avoid the twin princesses with the spinning currents, and for the love of the deep, avoid the serpent that comes from nowhere.
Without realizing it, the group of four had struck fear into everyone's hearts!
After several hours of hunting, Nox finally exhaled. "That's enough."
"Already?" Lyra asked.
"Yes, this much should put us in first place." Nox nodded confidently.
Dorran patted the sack over his shoulder. It looked like a small whale's gut, stuffed with trophies—both the stolen ones and those they had hunted themselves. "Feels like it."
