"In the name of the Lord of Dream Soldiers! Drive out evil!"
Donald immediately fell to his knees and prayed for the grace of the god he believed in.
Sizzle!
Behind him, the eerie symbol of the drowned man seemed to come alive. Its lines turned blood-red, and the vertical eye at its center blinked.
Gurgle, gurgle!
Countless bubbles appeared. Donald even felt as if a huge hole had opened in his back—or as if a faucet connected to the sea had been turned on.
A great quantity of liquid gushed out at once.
"Stand firm in your faith. When you are lost, do not heed the voices from the deep sea. I will protect my followers..."
Fang Yuan's voice came from the holy emblem, carrying an ethereal quality.
Rumble!
Space shuddered violently.
It was as if two colossal beasts had met on a narrow path and were tearing into each other.
Donald let out a scream and nearly passed out.
When he came to his senses, the first thing he did was check the mark on his back.
But there was no trace of it left.
Only a thin puddle of seawater on the floor and a large blue-green fish lying belly-up told Donald that what had just happened had been no illusion.
"Thank you, My Lord. You have saved me once again!"
Now that he understood the whole chain of events, Donald prayed with even greater devotion than usual.
"Mr. Donald!"
A hurried knocking came from the door.
"What's going on? Didn't I tell you not to let anyone disturb me?"
Donald frowned, but still went over and opened the door.
"I'm sorry, sir. A messenger from Duke Ham insists on seeing you at once... What happened in here?"
The scene inside the room immediately drew an astonished