Facing the Dragon Sparrow, the Fate Race's clan leader, Night Abyss immediately became deferential.
Even the killing intent radiating from him subsided, and the aggressive presence he had displayed moments earlier vanished completely.
He could argue his case with A Lan, even press him to the limit to test where he drew the line.
But continuing that way in front of Life Throat would only make him look ridiculous.
No matter how turbulent the waves, they could never stir the depths of the ocean.
The Misty Abyss Clan's strength posed no threat at all in the face of the Fate Race, that towering mountain.
The tides had risen and fallen, and powerful clans had come and gone... The world had changed a great deal during the long years they had spent asleep. The Fate Race's ability to remain standing to this day was the best proof of its strength.
Back then, during that equivalent wager, he had staked everything, even the Misty Abyss rules.
He had also considered all sorts of potential risks along the way.
For instance, if he brought the rules into Fate Race territory, the Fate Race might plunder him before the wager even began.
He had been alone, like a lamb walking into a tiger's den.
If the Fate Race had truly decided to attack him, he would have been powerless to resist.
With his own strength alone, opposing the entire Fate Race would have been a dead end.
Yet the Fate Race had upheld its principles, welcomed him of its own accord, and allowed him to participate in the wager on equal terms.
It could be said that his ability to free the Misty Abyss Clan from the Word of Death Clan's shadow, and to let his sleeping kin breathe the sea breeze of the