"My dear William, can't you just let me do the job?" Bapulor asked.
"Boss, you really should get your brain checked!"
On the chaotic sea surface, two figures stood confronting each other in the air.
Not a single Caster remained on the ship now.
Under the cover of night.
It seemed as if they were the only two people in the world.
Bapulor's body was no longer completely monstrous like before. Now, his upper body had reverted to human form; his dark red robe was intact. However, six robust tentacles stretched out from under the robe, still signaling the danger of this heretical Magician.
Compared to him, William's side was much simpler.
The Caster merely stood in the air, supported by Spells, with sporadic Magic Fluctuations flashing over him. His plain and simple appearance bore no distinct marks.
After William had opened his mouth with a taunt,
Bapulor continued:
"William, can't you be more reasonable and think of the bigger picture?"
