Bobota looked at Angel in confusion. An experimental trick? Wasn't that great door from before Angel's own creation?
Bobota was utterly baffled, but he did not ask. He merely waited quietly for Angel's next move.
The situation aboard the cargo ship below was completely one-sided.
On land, perhaps numbers could have won the day. But this was the vast open sea, with no islands or land anywhere around them.
No matter how many people there were, they had no answer against an opponent that could control the waves, possessed boundless strength, and could turn seawater into tridents.
The ironclad cargo ship that could withstand the torrential storms of natural disasters was useless now. Instead, it resembled an iron coffin waiting to bury their bodies.
No matter how exquisite their knightly combat skills were, without supernatural power to support them, they were nothing but empty ornaments before the Whale-Hunting Sea Demon's long-range attacks.
Even if they had master archers, the violent rocking of the ship and the seawater flooding in made it impossible to save them from their fate. Besides, the Whale-Hunting Sea Demon was thick-skinned and tough-fleshed; ordinary arrows might not even pierce it.
Despair filled every face. They could only wait for the "coffin" to sink and sleep forever beneath the sea.
Only the sailor who had initially been on deck still wore an unyielding expression. Amid the jolting, he seized a rope from the mast, tied it around his waist, and secured himself in place.
His palm gripped the railing. Under the ghastly white moonlight, the bulging veins on the back of his hand were starkly visible.
"I can't die. My dearest wife, and my lovely daughter, are still waiting for me to return." The sailor repeatedly murmured his wife and daughter's names, as though those two names