Meanwhile, as Moria boarded Sky Island, Dawn and his group, having taken down Sanjuan Wolf, had already returned to their New World branch.
Dawn had finished dinner and was lying on a soft air chair, floating half in the air as he admired the nighttime sea.
Without the sun, the sea looked pitch-black and unfathomably deep. Yet from high above, looking farther into the distance, one could see the star-filled sky reflected upon the dark surface, making it shine brilliantly.
It was quite a romantic sight.
Dawn had also received word from Trick that Tom had been rescued and was now on Sky Island with Moria.
Dawn let out a breath as he gazed at the dark sea.
He had no plans to return to Sky Island to see Tom anytime soon.
First, he could not spare the time. Second, he did not want Tom to think he had rescued him solely for Pluton.
For someone like Tom, who could not be swayed by persuasion or threats and did not fear death, subtly winning him over with goodwill was the wiser approach.
Letting him stay on Sky Island for a while would allow the companions there to naturally reveal everything Dawn wanted Tom to know through their conversations.
Time revealed a person's true nature. Letting Tom observe them a little longer would not be a bad thing. He would surely come to agree with Dawn and the others' ideals.
At that thought, Dawn recalled his current situation. After returning to the branch, news of Sanjuan Wolf's death had already been reported back to headquarters.
That battle had greatly enhanced Dawn's reputation within the Marines, and he had now been promoted to Vice Admiral.
Hina and the others had also been promoted to captains. They were only one step away from